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New York : 25 Park Rcrw — Aubum : IGT Genesee-st. 


Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year one thousand eigbt hun- 
dred and fifty-six, 


In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the Northern District of 

New York. 




The Translator would premise : — 

Hymns 38, 62, 119, and 164, vrere written before he could 
venture on an Imitation of the Gerrnan double rhyme ; and 
therefore fail to exhibit that trait of their Originals. All the 
rest give the precise form of the German stanza. 

As to the character of the Version — it is so free as to fur- 
nish no apology for harshness or obscurity in its language : 
and yet sufficiejitly dose to exclude him from all claim to 
merit for the thought. 

It is offered as "a spechnen" of an almost boundless störe 
of German hymns; and should it also prove an acceptable 
"manual for the doset,'" his highest hopes respecting it will 
be answered. 

Aubuiin, November, 1845. 


The additional hymns, (forty-four in number,) have an as- 
terisk ( * ) before their titles. 

The Originals are not answerable for the stanzas in 

Aubue>~, Januar y, 1856. 

L'E N V Y. 

Go forth, little book!— I to others now leave thee; — 
Go seek among strangers in future thy friends; 

If worthy, — the worthy will kindly receive thee; 
If worthlcss, — neglect is thy worthy araends. 

Throughout all thy growth, I have taught thee with pleasure, 
"What Germans have chanted, in English to teil: 

Amid graver cares, and in seasons of leisure, 
I've lov'd thee; — and, loving, now bid thee F arowell! 

And, for Saint the most feeble, shonld God ever uso thee, 
One joy to Import, or one miirmur restrain; — 

Though others in scorn, should all favor refusc thee, — 
My toil and my pleasure will not bo in vain. 



Thou Great First Cause ! when, of thy skill 
And might, the traces viewing, 

I see, too. how thy love is still 
The good of all pursuing, 

Astonish'd at thy matchless ways, 

How can I render worthy praise,— 
My God, my Lord, and Father ! 

2 The Earth, where'er I turn my eye, 

Eeveals her Maker's glory ; 
Through day and night the Shilling sky 

Of praise repeats its story ; 
Who for the Sun there fix'd bis place ? 
Who clothes him with majestic grace ? 

The starry hoste — Who leads them % 

3 Who rules the fickle raging winds % 

The clouds, in rain distilling ? 

And Who the lap of Earth unbinds, 

Our stores with plenty fillingl 
Great God, thy praises shall abide, 
And, with thy goodness, reach as wide 
As wide creation reaches. 


4 Praise thee the sunshine and the storm ; 

Thy praise the ocean raises : 
" Come ! " — says each happy living form, — 

" Come, sing my Maker's praises ! " 
M Me " — says the tree in bloom array'd, 
" Me " — says the grain, " thy God has made, 

" Sing praises to our Maker ! " 

5 'Tis Man, — a body, of thy hand 

The marvelous formation ; 
'Tis Man, — a soul to understand 

Thy wondcrs of creation ; 
'Tis Man, — who to himself supplies 
Best proof that thou art good and wise, — 

Who best should sing thy praises. 

6 Now pay thy honors to his name, 

My soul, his glories telling : 
Thy Father and thy God proclaim, 

The world's glad anthem swelling : 
Let all our race, with one accord, 
Love, trust, and serve our common Lord : 

Who can refuse to serve him ! 

C. F. Gellert, d. 17C9. 


Jehovah is my light, salvation shovving, 
Pcrfcction in Jehovali in als ita place, 

The loul's best joya arefrom Jehovali flowing, 
Jehovah is the folint of holincss. 


This light alone can ev'ry doubt dispel, 

Perfection ! — 't is to this my hopes aspire, 
While joys of soul but quicken my desire 

That I in hoüness with him may dwell. 

2 Jehovah — Who can comprehend his being ? 

Here human thought is lost in wild'ring maze : 
But from his word I much may learn, there seeing 

How strangely wise and good are all his ways. 
In these, Who had his mind and purpose known ? 

Or was his counselor, his course to guide ] 

Proud Reason, blush ! — that sea is far too wide, 
Too deep for thee. — His plans are all his own. 

3 Jehovah, — Source to all of life and motion, 

For mortal eye thy glories are too bright ; 
Yet here a pilgrim, with sincere devotion 

I fain would live beneath thy watchful sight. 
Thyself art light, — and light is thine abode, 

Thou hatest him who in the darkness hides, 

But him thou lovest who in light abides — 
In beams of mercy shine on all my road ! 

4 Jehovah, God with us ! — tili life is ended, 

Be ev'ry day in thy communion pass'd ; 
My soul, tili then by thy kind eye attended, 

Thou wilt to endless glory bring at last. 
Blind sinner, think ! — in time thy danger see ! 

Eefusing light, wilt thou the darkness take ? 

At death, all joy and hope will thee forsake, 
While Light and Love unite my God and me. 

Joachim Neaxder, d. 1680. 


Dread Majesty above ! 

Of pray'r none eise is worthy : 
The angels nearthy throne 

"With rev'rence bow before thee : 
In love and humble faith 
Make thou our souls sincere, 
That we may seek thy face 
With thanks and holy fear. 

2 Thou art the highest good, 
To ev'ry ill a stranger ; 

Thy bliss, complete in thee, 
Of change can fear no danger : 
All glory too is thine, 
Nor creatnres, great or small, 
Thy glory can incrcase, 
Great Maker, Lord of all. 

3 Thou callest what was not 
To life and conscious pleasure ; 

And beings round tlk>c spread 
In Dumbera out of moasure : 
Thy nature all is love, 
And works ofboundless skill 
Unceasingly employ'd, 
Thy Schemen of love fullill. 

4 Thou speakest, and "i is done ; 
Wlicn but thy word wasgiven, 

The Grame ofnature rose — 


The earth and starry heaven. 
Thy will throughout the world 
Such deeds of power show, 
As creatures eise would think 
Beyond all pow'r to do. 

Thou art the Lord of lords ; 
And earthly kings, the highest, 

Before thee are but dust, — 
Thou all their strength suppliest. 

Whose pride thou wouldst depress, 

Who longer can sustain % 

But, whom thou wilt exalt, 

Shall envied glory gain. 

5 T is thine alone, to live 
And reign supreme forever. 

Life's thine to give or take, 
We breathe but by thy favor. 

The soul that rules in us 

We have, Most High, from thee ; — 

Were such thy will, it dies, 

But thou must ever be. 

Thee— who has ever seen 1 
Who can in flesh behold thee ^ 

No mortal eye could bear 
The splendors that infold thee 

Where thou, in glory thron'd, 

Inhabitest the praise 

Whicfa angels, evermore, 

In songs of rapture raise. 


8 What we, immortal King, 
Are of thy nature knowing, 

Thou hast thyself reveal'd, 
Thy worka and counsels showing. 
Creation speaks thy power, 
More clearly still thy Son 
Displays thy wondrous grace, 
And makes the godhead known. 

9 Yet, what we leam of thee 
With shadows here is shrouded ; 

But soon we hope a light 
And vision all unclouded, 

When we to God shall come, 
No shade or veil between ; 
And there his glory see, 
As we ourselves are seen. 

10 Meantime would we below 
Ne'er cease our honors bringing ; 

Despise not, Lord, the praise 
Our stamm'ring tongues are singing : 

When we shall rise to thee 

In real ins of light above, 

In higher, nobler strains, 

We'll sing the God of love. 

J. ö. Dieterich, d. 1797. 



Of God I sing, 
The God of grace and power ; 

In name He's great, 
Of mighty deeds the doer ; 
In heav'n, o'er all its hosts, the King, 

2 If He but speak, 

New worlds would start to being ; 

And, at his frown, 
To non-existence fleeing, 
Would worlds like empty bubbles break. 

3 His robe, — the light ; 

The best, — what he proposes ; 

He reigns, as God, — 
The drapery, that incloses 
His throne, — is spotless truth and right, 

4 His watchful care 

Is over all extended, — 

He was — of old, 
Will be — when tirne is ended, 
None eise can with our God compare. 

5 What is — has been — 

In sky, and earth, and ocean, — 

Before him lies. 
To us what's blind commotion, 
Is all by Him distinctly seen. 


6 He guards me round, — 
My rest for nie arranges : 

Discems my plans, 
Foresees their hidden changes, — 
*\Yith Ilim there is no darkness found. 

7 He's ever near : 

At home, abroad vrith strangers, — 

Where land, and sea, 
And sky disclose their dangers, 
He still upholds me safely there. 

8 My wish He knows, 

All that I fear — He knows it : 

The good I would — 
He sees what ills oppose it, 
And evermore bis mercy shows. 

9 For me He weigh'd 

The portion here assign'd me 

Of joy and grief ; 
What length of days should find me 
He fix'd, — before the world was made. 

10 There's nothing minc, — 

All, all — to God I owe it. 

Love to thy name — 

Lord, give me gracc to show it ! 

Beall the praise and glory thine! 

11 No one can reaoh 

Thy works with worthy {»raiscs. 


The floating down, 
"Wherever borne, bears traces 
Its Maker's pow'r and skill to teach. 

12 Each blade that Springs 
With perfect wisdom tallies : 

Ye winds, and waves, 
Ye brooks, and hüls, and Valleys, — 
Ye are the hymns that Nature sings. 

13 TVho cheers the land, 

Us to green pastures guiding ; 

And night, and day, 
And com, and oil providing? 
Our comforts flow at his command. 

14 The sparrow's fall 
Awaits the Lord's direction : 

Then shall not I 
Confide in his protection, 
And trust his grace to hear my call % 

15 Let GoDbe nigh, 

From ills my sole defender, — 

What would I more 
That Heav'n or earth could render? 
Yea, Hell itself 1 rnight defy. 

C. F. Gellekt, d. 1769. 



Now all, — to God give thanks 
With hearts, and hands, and voices ! 

'T is He, whose wondrous grace 
All, ev'rywhere, rejoices: 

From birth, through helpless years 

He bore us safely on ; 

His love, throughout our course, 

Has countless favors done. 

2 May God, in mercy still, 
While earth remains our dwelling, 

His good bestow, — our tongues 
With joy his goodness telling ! 
And when our strength shall fail, 
May He display his pow'r ; 
And, from the ills we fear, 
Defend us evermore ! 

3 Praise, honor, thanks to God ! 
On high the Father seated, 

The Bon, and Spirit too, — 
With equal hornagegreeted! 
He is the God of old, 
And rigbt in all his ways; 

To Hirn, the Greatand Good, 

Let all give endless praise! 

M. KlNKART, (1. 164tf. 



Who, Lord, thy deeds can measure ? 

Unbounded is thy might, 
When men make crime their pleasure, 

Thv sword for slaughter's bricht. 


Destruction, at thy bidding, 

Sweeps o'er what thou hadst made, 

Submissive to thy guiding, 
And, at thy word, is stay'd. 

2 'Gainst those thy will despising 

Thy glory thou'lt maintain ; 
Their wrath to fury rising 

But proves their rage is vain. 
Be still, ye proud, — nor longer 

Provoke his fearful rod ; — 
Dream not that ye are stronger 

Than is the arm of God. 

3 Vain hope, his church to trample ! 

Ye foes, mark well the word ! 
For her — resources ample 

Are ever in the Lord. 
His sword, high o'er her flaming, 

Shall guard and banner be ; 
Her host, in fight exclaiming — 

" The Lord and victory ! n 

P. F. Hillee, d. 1T69. 



God is love — theo sing hia praiscs ! 

Love that shall unchanging be; 
Teil what joys his Spirit raises, 

Making known that love to thee ! 
While his holy vengeance reaches 

With its flames the lowest hell, 
M God is Love " — 't is what he teaches, 

And his saints approve it well. 

2 Love ! whieh he to men revealing 

Points them to his dying Son : 
Love ! — all human thoughts excelling, 

Measured by himself alone ; 
Broad art thou, through space extending ; 

Long, — to last when time shall cease ; 
Deejy, — to hopelcss guilt descending ; 

High too, — reaching heav'nly bliss. 

3 Love ! — although my heart can never 
Thy füll measure comprehend, — 

O make vain the foe's endeavor 

From thy seif my heart to rend! 
Love ! — totheemy soul is plighted, — 

Teach me more of thee to know, 
That my soul, to God united, 

May his love forever show ! 

P. F. UlLLKK, a uoo. 



Tnou Spirit perfect and allwise, 

Who slumb'rest not, nor sleepest, 
But, o'er all changes as they rise, 

Thy watch untiring keepest, — 
No darkness can obscure thy sight, 

No shelter is availing ; 
But deeds that seek the shades of night, 

Of wish'd concealment failing, 

From thee shall find exposure. 

2 Out very thoughts to Thee are known 

While we in secret hold them, — 
Before by language they are shown, 

Or any act has told them. 
The heart is open to thine eye, 

Uncover'd its recesses, — 
The hidden aim — tho* it belie 

All that the lip professes ; — 

The reins of men thou triest. 

3 Whatever most thy friends desire 

Is known ere they implore thee ; 
Their sighs have gain'd all they require, 

Ere they have bow'd before thee. 
And what thy foes would fain conceal 

Beneath their false adorning, 
To thee far clearer rays reveal 

Than beams of brightest morning 

Without a cloud or shadow. 


4 What in the future yet shall be 

When ages shall have ended, 
Already present is to thee 

With perfect light attcnded. 
Things yet to come thy saints have heard, 

That they to saints might teil them, 
Or, as the heralds of thy word, 

Throughout the earth reveal them, 

And so proclaim thy wisdom. 

5 When we regard thy present ways, 

Thcre's mueh in inyst'ry shrouded : 
Thou lookest through unnumber'd days, 

With Thee, is nothing clouded. 
What's dark to us shall yet be piain, — 

That thou hast all directed 
In righteousncss — be fully seen, 

And light, from all reflected, 

Shall show abroad thy glory. 

G Romind us of thy searehing eye, 
Whenc'er temptation rises; 
Lest we, with hypocrites, Bpply 
To false and vain disguises: 
Beneath thy gentle cheering light, 

Imbue us with thy spirit; 
That, ne'er asham'd of what is right, 
'J'he wrong — we more may fear it, 
And walk with GrOD sincerely. 

-T. -T. IvAMBACH, d. 1735. 



Strange at first, in glory closes 
What the God of grace proposes, 

Guiding by his mighty hand : 
We, aghast, its progress viewing, 
Skill divine completes the doing, 

While we cry — " Where will it end]" 

2 Well may wonders be expected 
Where God : s wisdom has directed 

Far his glory and our need. 
Though at first all ills seem blended, 
Comes at last the good intended, 

Onward by these evils led. 

3 Wfaen his path is on the ocean, 
Mid the tempest's wild commotion, 

There no eye his feet can trace : 
So, our sea of troubles guiding, 
God his way from us is hiding ; 

We no longer own his grace. 

4 In that gulf that ever rages, 

Where the surge with surge engages,- — 

In the gloomy sea of Death, — 
Saints themselves, with Death contending, 
Li their struggle none befriending, 

Seern abandon'd to his wrath. 

5 This to know — Who can attain it ? 
Man to man can ne'er explain it, 

Boasted Reason here is blind : 


Shadows thick around us hover, 
Till no light can we discover, 
Nor God's way of wisdom find. 

6 He, in clouds and darkness dwelling, 
Bids us, ev'ry doubt repelling, 

Walk by faith, and not by sight 
Fruitless all our restless sorrow, 
Trust him now, and for the morrow, 

Else all hope is sunk in night. 

7 All thy way, — to God confide it, 
None so well knows how to guide it, 

End, beginning — all be his. 
All that He begins, — when ended, — 
Shall with praises be commended, — 

Strange, but glorious in our eyes. 

8 Though with fears he may confound thee, 
Rushing torrents roaring round thee, 

While on high his thunders roll : 
Oft o'er frightful clißs may lead thee, 
Fire and storm each step impede thee, 

Terrors shake thy wond'ring soul : — 

9 Ncver lot thy fears oppress thee, 
Look to God e'en yet to bless thee, 

Trust his wisdom and be still : 
He so guidea that He \vill show it, 
And, ere long, thyself shalt know it, 

" God alone doth all things wdV 


10 Nor from others then conceal it, 
But with thankful joy reveal it, 

All abroad the tidings send ! 
Lighten thus the heart of sadness, 
With the cheering shout of gladness — 

"Strange beginning, glorioas end!" 

10 * god's ways wonderful. 

" Wondrous ways is God pursuing, 
Hid to us his sov'reign will ; 

But Vis glorious — all he's doing, 
So his finish'd work will teil : 
Whom he loves — he chastens too, 
This with him is nothing new : 

"Weeping, trust him still, nor waver, — 

Sorrows, bless'd, evince his favor. 

2 Think when former days were dreary ; 
From the past be wisdom learn'd ; 

Gloomy fears, to prospects cheery, 
Were by God in mercy turn'd : 
While thy sins upon thee lay, 
Oft didst thou in anguish say — 

"Sinking, I must hopeless perish;" 

But wast spar'd bright hopes to cherish. 

3 God abides ! Beware of taking 
Him like fickle man to be, 


Choosing now, and now forsaking ! 
IIow can God abandon thce ? 
Ile, with more than father's care, 
Watchcs all he lcts thee bear ; 
Than the love which mothers render, 
Ilis to thee is far more tender. 

4 Call to mind what Ile has spoken, 

Swearing by himself, has said ; 
Can his word and oath be broken ? 
Firm the cov'nant Ile has made ; 
Earth and skies may pass away, 
But the truth of God shall stay : 
Rcsting on this sure foundation, 
Never doubt of his salvation. 

5 Though his promise has not told thee 

When and how thy help shall come ; 
Trust his care! — it will uphold thee, — 

Give to fear and doubt no room ! 

Hg thy heart would fully try 

Whether thou wilt yct nlv, 
And, whilc troubles round thce gather, 
Own hiui still thy gracioua Father, 

C) Ile will quicken thy devotion 

Which thou tnournest o'er aa dead ; 
Itaise thy love to glad emotion, 
After all thy oares are fled. 

Thcn will Jesus, too, thy Lord, 
With bis smilcs thy thanks reward, 


And thy faith and hope increasing, 
Crown thy soul with ev'ry blessing. 

7 Leave it then to God's direction ! 

Wait Ilis time to bring relief ! 
He will be thy sure protection, 

Known to him is all thy grief : 

Their devices well he knows, 

And will disappoint thy foes ; 
He their concjueror will make thee, 
Never — never will forsake thee." 

8 Jesus, no w accept my praises ! 

Trusting, I have found thee true ; 
Earth its storm before me raises, 

But thy grace can bear me through : 

Thou, my confidence. be near, 

I will never yield to fear : 
All my trials work thy pleasure, 
Swelling my eternal treasure. 

J. Weissenbokn, 16S0, on occasion of Iris wife's illness. 


I trust the Lord, Upon his word 
I rest my soul's well-being : 

My walk with thee, Lord, here must be 
By faith, and not by seeing. 

2 Thy word is sure, May it secure 
My confidence forever ! 


Let Reason's pride Ne'er be my guide 
From faith my soul to sever. 

3 What but thy word Could light aflbrd, 

To save froin doubt and error? 
Where eise is shown, Than here alone, 
Escape from guilt and terror? 

4 'Tis here made piain, — Sought eise in vain- 

The soul is ever-living : 
For endless days, üf future praise, 
That thou this life art giving. 

5 The only scheme Man to redeem 

From death, sin's fearful wages, 
Would lie conceal'd, But as reveal'd 
In these thy sacred pages. 

C And now shall grief Hope no relief, 
My soul sink down despairing ? 
No ! — here I see Thy grace for me 
A father's love declaring. 

7 By faith to live, Its fruits to give, — 

This is the path to heaveo : 
All Btrength and skill To do thy will 

But through tliy word are giveo. 

8 Teacb me, Lord, r lo prbe thy word, 

Thia gift ofmatchleas &vor: 
Be it my wealth, Be it my health, 
^ly Btrength and lifo forever ! 

C. F. Gellebt, d. 176». 



Upoh a Viill there Stands a tree 

Where golden fruit is found, — 
'Tis meant for ev'rv land to see, 

It shines for all around. 
Here many corne by day and night, 

Its gold their fond pursuit ; 
They sbake its branches with delight ; 

And bear away the fruit. 

2 And yet its riches ahvays stay, 

The tree is never bare ; 
Whatever fruit is borne away, 

As much still glitters there. 
(i What is its name? — and Where its place ? 

" How can this wonder be ? 
u Who dow will teil us? — Who can guess?" — 

The Bible is (hat tree, 

C. G. Barth, b. 1199. 


In glory bright, O God, thou dwellest, 
On which no mortal eye can look ; 

Yet all vre need to know thou teilest 
In clear Instructions of thy book, — 

Both what thou art, and, in thy plan, 

What hopes and fears should govern man. 

2 Be then this volume, through life's stages, 
My light to shine in darkness here \ 


And, when I meditate its pages, 

To aid me, with thy grace bc near ! 
To learn and practice all thy will, 
Let eye and heart be opcn still ! 

3 Tliy word — O may I so believe it, 

That it shall be my spirit's food ! 
But error — let me not receive it, 

And rob my soul of endless good ! 
Nor scofFers drive my heart astray, 
Nor sceptic doubts impede my way ! 

4 To know thee — 'tis a pledge of heavcn ! 

Now help me, Father, that both Thee 
And Hirn whom thou for us hast given, 

I here may learn by faith to see, 
As thy unerring trnth has taught, 
Till to thy glory I am bronght. 

5 And as my knowlcdge shall be growing, 

May I in heart and life improve ; 
The kindred graces brighter glowing, 

My faith, my rev'rcnce, and my luve: 
The more I comprehend thy will, 
May it promote a purer zeal ! 

6 For, Wliat though knowledge be expanding, 

Dnless to higher love it trainl 
Whataida me light of understanding, 

If yet .*ui c\ il heart remain I > 

Guide theo my will by what istrue, 
That I thy Service may puraue. 


7 To know thee, Lord, O may it ever 
On earth my spring of comfort be, 
That, when my soul and body sever, 

I may rejoice through faith in thee, — 
Then, see thee in füll glory shown, 
And know thee as myself am known. 

Benj. Schmölze, d. 1737. 


The holy law and gospel, both 
From God himself proceeded, 

And in the scheme of Christian truth, 
They both alike are needed : 

While yet there is diversity 

That's clearly seen by ev : ry eye 
Enlighten'd by the Spirit. 

2 The Laiü's great rule of what is due. 

Our conscience well might show it, 
— That love to God and neighbor too, 

Immutably we owe it : — 
But that in love our God ?hould give 
His Son to die that we might live. — 

He only could reveal it. 

3 The Law makes all our duty piain, 

Its kind and measure traces : 
The Gospel teils how to obtain 
From God his needed graces : 


By that, what we should do is shown, 
By this, what God for us has done ; 
This mercy speaks, — that, judgment. 

4 The Law, 'tis true, speaks of reward, 

Bat we can ne'er attain it, 
Since none, without a füll regard 

To all the law, can gain it : 
The Gospel gives its promis'd good 
To those who trust the Savior's blood, 

And humbly own the ransom. 

5 Where'er the Law the sinner finds, 

It pierces him with sorrows : 
Ilis wounds the gracious Gospel binds,- 

Hence he his healing borrows : 
That threatens death, the curse for sin ; 
This teils how endless life to win 

Through sufferings of Jesus. 

6 By that, our misery is known, 

This comfort is declaring ; 
That casts the stoutest sinner down, 

This raises the despairing : 
That points and urges on to death, 
While this restores the fainting bivath, 

And bringa the soul to lieavcn. 

7 The Law fit measage will aflbrd 

T<> those win) coiisciciice stifle ; 
Who dream ofmerit and reward, 
While yet with sin they trifle : 


The soothing balm of gospel grace 
Will find its meet and welcome place 
With souls sin-sick and broken. 

8 The destin'd aim of Law attain'd, 

Its terrors all are ceasing : 
Its thunders and its curses end, 

When man seeks gospel blessing. 
The cross of Jesus hope revives, — 
Who looks to this for mercy, lives ; — 

His peace shall be abiding. 

9 May Law and Grace on ev'ry heart, 

Make each its due impression ; — 
When fear and grief have done their part, 

Let faith then take possession : 
Of vengeance may the dread alarms 
Bring all to hide within the arms 

Of our dear Lord and Savior. 

10 O grant us, Lord, through gospel faith, 

Thy strength for holy living : — 
As children then, not fearing wrath, 

Thy Law our rule receiving, 
Will we, by grace, thy ways pursue, 
Will honor law and gospel too, — 

Believing^ and obeying. 



Man were better nam'd a spirif, — 
WoulJIcall thisbody U I"1 

'Tis, ofthat I shall inherit, 

But the seed; — and soonwill die. 
For, as grain corrupting lies 
Fruit to yield, the body dies, 

That from it, as blade from kernel, 

One may spring to life eternal. 

2 God ne'er form'd our soul — no, never ! 
Ilere to last some fleeting hours, 
It was form'd to live forever 

And disclose its noble poweYs ; — 
Form'd for holy joys on high, 
Man — the soul — will never die. 
Save us, Lord, lest boundless mercies 
Change by sin to endless curses ! 


Lord, on the soul's enduring worth, 
As in thy sacred word B6t forth, 

So fix inv deep refleotion : 
That care for its eternal weal 
Shall ev'ry other care excel, 

And rule iny oonstant action. 

2 Thy seif hast for its int'resta oarM, — 

For it what joy hast tliou prepar'd, 


Riches of grace expending ! 
Thine image, which at first it bore, 
In all its brightness to restore, 

Thy Son in mercy sending. 

3 Superior to such life as this, 
Design'd for pure and endless bliss, 

In flesh 'tis'here in training, — 
That exercise of faith and love 
May nurture it for joys above, 
Where Jesus now is reigning. 

4 Thou 'rt ready, to thy promise true, 
Life's fleeting cares to guide it through, 

And for thy glory cherish ; — 
O let rne not, by unbelief, 
Condemn this soul, in hopeless grief, 

Beneath thy wrath to perish. 

5 Lord, to thyself in cov'nant join 

My soul : — be thy sure mercies mine, 

My trust in thee unshaken ! 
This is my pray'r, and this my aim, — 
O may I never know the shame 

Of cov'nant vows forsaken. 

6 In thee the wicked have no part ; — 
Create in me an humble heart, 

That feels for sin abhorrence ; 
That for its guilt before thee mourns, 
But to thy grace in Jesus turns 

With hope and füll concurrence. 


7 Throughout my course, in all its length, 
May I, Lord, strengthen'd with thy strength, 

Strive for tbat crown of glory 
Which thou hast set before my eyes, — 
While earth's fair promises I prize 

But as an idle story. 

8 How blest the faithful, none can show ; 
Sweet peace and joy their portion now, 

Imparted by thy Spirit : 
And, when th' appointed hour is come, 
Thou wilt to glory take them home, 

Thy kingdom to inherit. 

J. S. DiETERicn, d. 1797. 


Now one in health Death, instant, crushes, — 
Ye sleepers, wake ! your danger see ! 

A shuddcr through your spirits rushes, 
The shudder of eternity. 

Nor without cause your spirits quake, 

God's midnight tliunder cries — " Awake ! " 

2 This sudden death — to you it preaehes, 
And, with adeep and BOlemD tone, — 

u Behold ! " — it savs — " God's vengcanee rcaches 
"And caststhe highest, st^ongest down." 

Wake, sinners I aod again, awake! 

The thundcr rolls, on you niay break. 


3 This brother came, — he saw, — departed, — 

More of him scarcely ean be saicl : 
Now sighs and groans, by anguish started, 

And clouds are hov'ring o'er the dead. 
O wbat a fall ! — from one and all 
"Wonder extorts — M what a fall! n 

4 In health and dead ! — in sin, too, dying ! 

B y call of God, in anger spoke, 
Swift as the flash of heaven flying, 

And awfal as its thunder-stroke, 
He's plung'd, from heights of earthly bliss, 
Into eternity's abyss. 

5 " In health and dead ! " — the thought still urges 

Upon the soul : — " in health and dead ! " 
Thought, troubled as the ocean's surges. 

And, as the sweeping whirlwind, dread : 
" In sin and dead ! " — 't is a dart, 
That pierces through the tortur'd heart. 

6 Yes ! — fearful too as roar of ocean, 

Its foaming waves by tempest driven, 
Will be the sinner's wild commotion, 

Cut off in sin, no warning giv'n, 
By single step, without a thought, 
From time to retribution brought. 

7 Now, sinner, think, and timely tremble! 

This fearful doom still threatens thee : 
Few, in their time of need, resemble 

The thief who sigh'd — " Remember me ! " 



Nor is it ev'ry one that dies, 
Who e'en a wish for merey sighs. 

8 God many means of death is sending, 

Not always sickness, plague, or war, 
Nor earthquake, — rocks and mountains rending, 

Nor storm, — its fury spreading far, 
Nor lightning, — nor the raging flood : 
5 T is oft a mote, — or drop of blood. 

9 Save, Lord ! — O may the fear of dying 

Make all these sinners fear to sin ! 
Let none of them in death be lying, 

Before thy Service they begin. 
For death they're ri'pe, alas ! 't is true, — 
Fit them for death, and judgment too ! 

10 We prostrate fall, and would implore thee, 

That we, O Lord, thy grace may meet ; 
Crush not in wrath poor worms before thee - 

That creep in dust beneath thy feet. 
In pity spare us ! — we, that call, 
Are for thy vengeance far too small. 

11 Bat no ! though weak and ill desenring, 

In thy regard our worth is high; 
Since thy own Bon, thy pleasure serving, 

To save us, gave himself to die, 
And shed that blood which crics to heav'n — 
" Let 7/iu/i i/i merey be forgiifn ! ' " 


12 Now, Jesus, — while of tbis our brother 
The open'd grave we're call'd to see, 

May each reflect — 4i Soon, too, another 
u Shall op'ning wait to cover me." 

And be this solemn warning bless'd 

To fit our souls with thee to rest. 


How sad will be the sinner's part ! 

How dreadful in the bearing ! 
The pangs of conscious guilt his heart 

With nameless tortures tearing, — 
When, to the truth at last awake, 
The trump of God on him shall break 
With voice of awful thunder. 

2 His day of grace forever gone, 

Spent all his hours of gladness, 
Replete with sinful joys alone, 

— These joys are turn'd to sadness, — 
Eternity now makes it piain 
The Lord has threaten'd naught in vain, 
Nor vengeance always slumbers. 

3 Where now is ev'ry earthly good 

In which his soul delighted 1 
Where now that pride and hardihood 

Which ev'ry warning slighted 1 
His guilty heart with terror quails, 


His courage, all bis boasting fails, — 
Transfornrd to shame and anguish. 

4 Now curses fall upon his head 

From those his guidance rueing ; 
They, whose wrong passions he has fed, 

Charge him with their undoing : 
While ev'ry art he has employ'd, 
And ev'ry good he has destroy'd, 
Pass fearfully before him. 

5 He hears thc righteous Judge prociaim — 

M Depart, thou evil-doer ! " 
No more can he excuses frame, — 

Conscience is his pursuer : 
Cast out from God, where'er he goes, 
He feels — this sharpens all his woes — 
" The doom is just, though dreadful ! " 

6 His tortur'd soul may wish — 't is vain ! — 

Ke versal of thc sentence ; 
Remorse — add tormunt to his pain, — 

No room now for repentance ; 
'T were vain from falling hüls to crave, 
For his despair, a shelt'ring grave 
In dark annihilation. 

7 Turn, careless sinners, See in haste 

To II im who can relieve you ! 
Your term of grace no longer waste, 

Nor let youv hearts deceive you 
To think — u there yet is timc to spare ; n 


The day of doom to you is near 
With all its retributions. 

8 ^Yhether ye cavil, or believe, 

'Twill come — what God hath spoken ; 

To Death should He commission give, 
At once your drearas are broken. 

Now merey waits, — but short its stay, — 

Secureits blessings while you may, 

And be prepar'd for judgment ! 

j. C. Geot, d. isoo. 


He that once came as suff'ring man, 
To perfect Mercy's wondrous plan, 

Will come, as Judge descending ; 
Nor long his Coming be delay 'd, 
In glorious majesty display'd, 

Angels their Lord attending. 
Ye careless world, in time prepare, 
Nor put the evil day afar. 

2 " Why, Lord, so long thy judgment stay ? 
M Why slack thy promise ? " — scoffers say, — 

Braving the final sentence. 
'Tis — Hear it, sinners, who presume 
Thus to deride the solemn doom, — 

That you may find repentance. 
But if in sin you persevere, 
Too soon you'll find the Judge is here. 


3 And wben he comes in glory bright, 
You'll see, with trembling and affright, 

The horrors that abide you : 
And Will you then God's terrors brave ? 
Nor sea nor mountain, death nor grave, 

From his dread wrath can lüde you. 
Then, Mercy's day forever gone, 
O'er you will Justice rule alone. 

4 When fearfully his thunders sound, 
His trumpet-blasts are pealing round, 

Earth's deep foundations shaking : 
The pillars of a sinking world, 
With sudden Crash, in ruins hurl'd, 

His foes with terror quaking ; — 
Then, dragg'd to meet the Judge's view, 
Scoffers believe, and tremble too. 

5 Repentance ? — Hope ? — 't is then too late ;- 
And none succeed, by pride or hate, 

Themselves 'gainst God to harden : 
Ye, who your sins so fondly prize, 
While mercy waits, in time be wise, 

Seek now his gracious pardon, — 
Lest ye shall curse yourselves at last, 
When ev'ry hope of pardon's ]>;ist. 

C Great day ! — of days the mos! sublime, 

Thou teachest us the worth of time, 

In voice of many thunders. 
Sinners, provoke not, to his face, 


Your God, so wonderfiil in grace, 

Of wrath to haste bis wonders, — 
When you must sink in dark despair, 
While saints shall endless gloiy share. 

7 My soul is fill'd with trembling dread, 
No clairas to favor can I plead, 

Guilty I stand before thee : 
Still, when thy sentence I shall hear, 
May I among thy saints appear, 

Forever to adore thee ! 
For, Jesus, thou canst sinners save, 
And now thy mercy, Lord, I crave. 

G. B. Funk, d. 1314 


Impart, Lord, thy light! 
I am to seif a stranger : 
Show me myself aright ! 
I know, whate'er the cause, 
I am not as I was ; 
For now I deeply feel 
All with me is not well. 

2 Content with form and show, 
I had no fear of trouble 
In seasons past ; — but now 
Thiek sorrows on me crowd, 
Myself a weary load, 


What lately cheer'd my heart 
um no relief impart. 

3 No outward source of pain 
Excites desponding sorrow, 

Or Ieads nie to complain ; 
Many and kind my friends, 
No foc my peace offen ds, 
My frame, as I desire, 
In health and strength entire. 

4 O no ! — 't is grief of soul, 
And from within arises, 

Refusing all pontrol. 

'T is this, the anxious thought — 
That yet I know it not — 
If I am truly thine, 
And, Jesus, thou art mine. 

5 The things are far from onc, — 
To be — and call'd — a Christian. 

I know that he alone 

Is worthy of the name, 

Who, 1)) thy strength, shall tanie 

His darling lusts, — and Uvea 

To Ilim who meroy gives. 

G It were lait sclf-dcceit, 

If we the thought should oherish — 
That gospel-claims are mei, 
And faith la prov'd ßincere, 
li we from crimes are clear 


Which men of heathen name 
Would shuo through fear of shame. 

7 He only Christ puts on, 
Who is of seif divested ; 

Who cannot trust his own 
Virtue, or strength, or will, 
Or wealth, or rank, or skill, 
But, these renouncing, prays— 
" Jesus, direct my ways l n 

8 Thus speaks the voice of faith, 
In earnest supplication, — 

" Save, Jesus, — save from wrath ! 
' ; My Lord, Redeemer, Shield, 
u I to thy guidance yield,— 
M Thou art my only trust, — 
" save a sinner lost ! n 

9 Who faiis this truth to know, 
Is still to faith a stranger, — 

Of God remains the foe ; 
His hope, built on the sand, 
Cannot the trial stand ; 
Our safety's only ground 
Is in free mercy found. 

10 The fear, Lord, troubles me — 
Lest I in love am wanting ; 
Lest what I feel for thee — 
Deceptive, hoilow, faint, — 
Makes but almost a saint, 


And leaves the world supreme 
Above thy sacred name. 

11 My heart, approach the test ! 
'T is tarne it were decided, 

I eise can find no rest : 
Say to the world — " Away ! 
" Away, my sins ! " — but say 
To Christ — " Thou art alone 
M My joy ! " — or nothing's done. 

12 Poor worm ! — wouldst thou refuse 
The King thy cheerful homage 

By whom creation rose? 
Wilt thou resist Ilis call 
Who is the All in all % 
Who his own w r orld sustains, 
Supreme forever reigns % 

13 What eise may pass away 
That's found in earth or heaven, 

Bimaelf uncliang'd will stay, 
With pow'r to curse or Bave. 
Before ua ia the grave, 
But theooe He'U call hisfriendi 
To blisa that aever enda : 

14 W'liilc they, who here below 
Neglect bis greaJ salvation, 

Must sink in cinllcss wo, 

Fit iroin t In- blesl abode 

i )( them who love their God, 


To wail in hopeless grief, 
Where none can give relief. 

15 He waits, — make no delay, 
Take now his offerd mercy, 

My soul, — and to him say — 
u Flesh, spirit, time, estate, 
" My all I consecrate, 
" No more to call them mine, 
u But, Lord, forever thine. 

16 M Do what thou wflt with me, 
" Only make me a vessel 

M Of praise to honor thee ! 
" That I, by faith and love, 
" May seek thy joys above, 
w And there to Jesus raise 
" My song of endless praise ! " 


The fountain flows ! — its waters — all are needing 

Come, thirsty soul, nor perish in thy pride ! 
Come, take the waters from the throne proceeding ! 
So cry the Lamb, the Spirit, and the bride. 
Come ! — nothing bars the way, 
And drink as thou shalt choose, 
There is no price to pay : 
The Mountain flows ! 


2 The Fountain flows ! With hearts and hands be ready» 

Ye sons of want, tbe proßer'd boon to meet ! 
The sinner's friend, the helper of the needy, 
Your thither course will with bis favor greet : 
The waters each may take 
Who now his mis'ry knows ; — 
Who longs — 't is for his sake 
The Fountain flows. 

3 The Fountain flows ! Thank God, the füllest measure 

Of grace and pow'r here meets our utmost need, 
Now, sinner, would thou ever share its pleasure, 
Haste, like the panting roe, with earnest speed ; 
Draw to the waters near 
Where thirst and languor close. 
With waters sweet and clear 
The Fountain flows. 

4 The Fountain flows ! Then take the healing oflerM, 

Ye heirs of wretchedness, to all your grief ; 
From hopeless evils you so long have suffer'd, 
Ye weary souls, accept a free relief! 
No bolta, wirfi vengeanoe rife, 
Shall here your way oppose ; — 
Tis nam'd Üxe"Fount oflife" 
The Fountain flows ! 

5 The Fountain flows! Let devils rage with madness, 

Let sink in min all the world beside, — 
Still Zion, crown'd with aever ending .^"ladness, 
Shall with her ibunt of savinc-health abide. 


God guards her walls from fear, 
And his deliv'rance shows ; — 
Her God is ever near. 
The Fountain flows ! 

6 The Fountain flows ! for all a fount of healing : 
He's blest, for whom it shall not flow in vain ! 
Who drinks — a well of water never failing 
In him, to endless life, it shall remain. 
For, whoso tries its pow'r 
From thirst shall now repose, 
And ne'er be thirsty more. 
The Fountain flows! 

J. C. L. Allendoef, cL 1773. 


Hasten, ye who wish his favor, 
And now in Jesus put your trust, — 
Lest, failing of his love forever, 

Your souls be number'd with the lost. 
Redeem the time, — there's none to spare, — 
And for eternity prepare ! Hasten ! 

2 Haste ! — ye who have idly wander'd 

Year after year in paths of sin ; 
Enough of life is madly squander'd, 

Strive now eternal life to win. 
To-day, formercy there is room, — 
Who knows what may to morrow come ? Hasten ! 


3 Hasten, all your sins forsaking, 
The least of them is far too great ; 

And, of his holy grace partaking, 

Like Jesus every evil hate ! 
Who sins against the truth he knows, 
Prepares his soul for endless woes. Hasten ! 

4 Hasten now, to Jesus going, 

Rieh stores of good in him abound : 
Why should the fount in vain be flowing 

For you, where endless life is found i 
You live, and still the way is free, — 
In this your pledge of welcome see ! Hasten ! 

5 Haste ! — the Spirit, proff'ring mercies, 
Now calls you and will give his aid ; 

The season lost will leave its curses, — 

Let not a moment's loss be made ! 
If now his call you disregard, 
His voiee may never more be heard. Hasten ! 

6 Haste, while entrance yet is offer'd ! 
Death soon will ever bar the way : 

No license for delay is sufifer'd, 

Then hasten while 't is calPd to-day ! 
For, if to-morrow you should cry 
For help, — no helper may be nigh. Hasten ! 
•x- -x- -x- -x- -x- -x- * 

[7 Hasten, Jesus, we implore thee, 

And show these sinnurs now tliy grace ! 
Prepare them, Lord, to conie before thee, 


And there forever sing thy praise ! 
Biest time ! when all the world shall sing 
The praises of their Savior-King, — Hasten !] 

J. A. Lehmtjs, d. 1T88. 


u Come hither," says the Son of God, 
u Whoever loathe sin's weary load, 

u And would no longer bear it ; 
u Come hither, young and old, in me, 
" One knowing well your ruin, — see, 

" Wbose grace, too, can repair it. 

2 " My yoke is mild, my bürden light, 
" And all, who choose its easy weight, 

" Their souls from Hell deliver : 
u Fll give them strength when theirs would feil, 
" And by my strength they shall prevail, 

" Exulting in the Giver. 

3 " My patient wrongs, my life and word, 
" Let these secure your fix'd regard, 

" Then emulate their measure. 
u What you may think, or say, or do, 
" Is neither safe, nor good, nor true, 

" But as it seeks my pleasure." 

4 The world may wish the bliss to gain, 
Without the cross, reproach, and pain 

Of which they hear the warning : 


It cannot be ! The cross is thcre, 
And they must choose its shame to bear, 
Or endless shame and mourning. 

5 Man boasts, to-day, what'er can please, 
To-morrow, sickens with disease, 

And next — behold he's dying ! 
Then, like the blossom's fading bloom, 
To him Earth's glory sinks in gloom, 

Its hopes in ruin lying. 

6 The world are all afraid of death, 

And each, when gasping now for breath, 

First thinks a wish for heaven. 
He toil'd for this, he toil'd for that, 
But his poor soul he quite forgot, 
While life on earth was given. 

7 At last, when he must surely die, 
He lifts his loud and anxious cry, 

To God makes forc'd surrender: — 
I sadly fear — God's slighted graoe, 
That sought so long in vain a place, 

No mercy now will tender. 

8 No wcalüi can buy an hour's delay, 
Ibuth pleada in vain for longer Btay, 

I Iis joya and he must. sever. 
Though eyes around with pitj flow, 
Death has no pity to bestow, — 

Farewell to earth forever! 


9 The wise deplore their useless skill, 
For nobles— vain their prince's will, — 

To dust they all are tending. 
Alas for them who here have found 
Their portion, seeking naught beyond : 

Their death is woe unending. 

10 Bat who your God in Jesus love, 
Who piety in heart approve, 

Let not your spuls be troubled ! 
Confide in Jesus ! — and his smile 
Will ev'ry anxious fear beguile, — 

Your hopes by joys be doubled, 

1 1 Requite not evil deeds in wrath, 
Pursue in love the narrow path, 

Leave to the world their scorning ! 
In trusting God there is no loss, 
Shrink not from bearing Jesus' cross,— 

'T will prove your best adorning. 

12 Yes — could the flesh indulge its mood 
In pleasure, pomp, and worldly good, 

Your love füll soon would waver : 
In mercy sending earthly cares, 
By chast'ning, God the soul prepares 

To greet his endless favor. 

13 But seems your cross too much to bear ? 
Then think of Hell, — its dark despair, — 

Of scoffers thither hasting : 


Its flame eternal gricfs supplies, 
'Mid wails and curses, groans and sighs,— 
Its fuel never wasting. 

14 While you, — thc day is near at band, — 
With Jesus shall in glory stand ; 

— A thought 'twere well to ponder ; — 
No voice or notes of joy can teil 
What pleasures there your souls shall swell 

With ever-growing wonder. 

15 For, what the God of changeless truth 
Confirms by promise and by oath, 

Must corae, — and you shall see it. 
Whoso will trust bis proffer'd grace 
Shall in bis kingdom find a place 

Througfa Jesus Christ. So be it ! 

Hans Witzstaedt, 152S. 


Sinners, pray | — for mercy pleading, — 

Why, in nach of mercy, die .' 
Saint«, extol the grace that'a leading 
\ oü to Beek the joya on high ! 
Todie — \ isourselvea perversely would chooseit, 
Bai vation — our hearts with oontempt would refuse it: 
( >m- choice was to die, but I Ion chosewe should liw.- 
Love, that to sinnen Mich mercy would give ! 


2 Them that oft provoke his curses, 

And his threaten'd vengeance brave, 
God, a sov'reign in his mercies, 
Can by sov'reign mercy save. 
To save — God has shown it to be his good pleasure, 
By yielding his Son to the curse, — who the measure 
Of vengeance endur'd, though his life'sblood it cost : — 
O Love, that could seek and so rescue the lost ! 

3 Pity 'bove conception rising, 

Can our God such pity show % 
Show to them his love despising 1 
Well may we in wonder bow. 
And if we confide in our God who has will'd it, 
In Jesus, our Saviour and Lord, who fulfill'd it, 

With saints shall we sing, who encircle the throne, 
" O Love, thy best doings for sinners are done ! " 

P. F. Hillee, d. 1769. 


Repent ! — nor still delay 
From one year to another : 

Death may, at any hour, 
Blast all thy hopes together : 

And, after death, will God 

His wrath for sin display ; 

O sinner, think of this ! 

Repent, without delay ! 


2 Rcpent ! — nor still delay 
Till life's late sands are gliding : 

Thou canst not know that age 
Will find theo here abiding : 
Life now its light aflbrds, 
But short its longest day — 
Ere noon how often quench'd ! 
Repent, without delay ! 

3 Repent ! — nor still delay 
Till on a death-bed lying: 

Is this a work to do 
When panting, struggling, dying? 
What paina and fears will then 
Thy trembling soul dismay ! 
Break now the cords of sin ! 
Repent, without delay ! 

4 Kepent ! — nor still delay 
Till youthful joys are ended : 

\\\\\ should thy prime of life 
In folly be axpended I 

The youilg die too, and then 
Who shall God's judgmenl stayj 
Be wise while yet bhere's time ! 
Repent^ without delay ! 

5 Repent! — do moredelaj ! 
All hope will bood be over, — 

1 «et sin's deoeit no tnore 

Fn>m thee thy ruin cowr ! 


Whoso the fiesh, and world, 
And Satan will obey, 
Must hopleless sink to hell : 
Repent, without delay! 

Repent ! — no more delay ! 
AVhile space to thee is suffer'd, 

Let pray'r before thy God, 
With grief for sin, be offer'd. 

If thus, in Jesus' narae, 
. For grace thou wilt not pray, — 

Thy soul's forever lost. 

Repent. without delay ! 

Repent ! — no more delay ! 
Live now for God and heaven ! 

Avow, with heart sincere, — 
" My all to God is given : — 

" On Jesus rests my hope, 

u He is my only stay ! n 

How blest would be thy soul ! 

Repent, without delay ! 


Bow thine ear, I now implore thee, 
Sov'reign of the earth and skies, 

Hear the pray'r I bring before thee, 
While my soul in anguish lies. 


'T ia my guilt oppresses me, 
Sel£oondemn'd, I come to th . 

And, with grief my sins confessing, 
Seek tliy pardon and th y blessing. 

2 All the weary beavy-laden, — 

Such to theo are ask'd to come ; — 
Surcly thcn Pm one that's bidden, 

And for me there must be room. 

Mercy's door is open still ; 

God in mercy can, and will 
lüde my sins that so distress me, 
And with pard'ning grace will bless me. 

3 All thy word abides unbroken, 

Safe the hope encourag'd there : 
Who, if not thy seif, has spoken — 

" Seek my face ! " ? W ith hunible pray V, 

Now thy face, Lord, do I seek, 

And implore of thee to break 
Sin's control: — thy Spirit sending, 
Keep me from my I }od offending ! 

4 See. too! Is it Dot reoord« d 

By thy hand, beneath mine eye, — 
u As I live/ 1 — yes, so Vis worded, — 
u Pve ho wish that Binnen die, 
M But they their sins should moum, 
M And from all their evil tum, — 
M Thus should humbly seek my fevor, 
"And with me should live forever. w 1 


5 Thou art not one to deceive me, — 

I thine oath of mercy plead ; 
Here to die thou wöt not leave me, 

Nor forsake me in my need, — 

While with deepest grief I own, 

I've disgrac'd the name of son, 
Far from home and God have wander'd, 
And thy gifts have baselj squander'd. 

6 What more would I now be saying, 

If not, smiting on my breast, 
With the publican be praying — 

" Lord, 't is thou that knowesi best 

"AU that I've offended thee, 

" O have mercy upon me ! M ] 
On thine arm of mercy ialling, 
" Mercy ! Mercy ! " — I am calling. 

7 Guilt of mine TU not endeavor, 

Lord, before thee to excuse, 
Yet would hope thy pardinng favor,- — 

Nor wilt thou the grace refuse. 

What thy holiness demands 

All k paid by Jesus' hands, 
Who the perfect ransom offer'd. 
While for sinners here he sufler'd, 

8 Now, my God, the ransom owning, 

Be thy wondrous mercy shown ! 
Jesus, for my sins atoning, 
Has above to glory gone ; 


He has wrought my fall release, 
Hencc alone I look for peace, 
Drawing, from his death of anguish, 
Life whose joys shall never languish. 

9 Me, dear Savior, onward nourish ! 
Be my soul's abiding food ! 
Faith and luve within me cherish, — 
Here be thou my chosen good ! 
Then, when life on earth is past, 
I shall rise to thee at last, 
And, with saints who bow before thee, 
Ever — ever — will adore thee. 


What meanest thou my soul, 
In hopeless sorrow weepiDg : — 

Througb consciousness of guilt, 
In fear and anguish keeping ? 
So grieyoua is the load 
Thy sins lipon thee bind, 
That peace or oomfbrt, none 
Thy troubled thoughta ran find. 

2 Pul] just is all the charge 
: ( Sätest ih.f by oonscienoe spoken, 

Thy ( ron thou hast despis'd, 
! [h holy law hast bioken ; — 

Thy lalsc and evil ways 


Are open to his view ; — 
Thou hast deserv'd to die — 
'T is all, alas ! too true. 

3 Thy sins have no excuse, — 
And yet, Wilt thou receive it ? 

God, in his word of truth, 
Commands thee to believe it, — 
That just as true and sure 
As thy repented guilt, 
So sure it is, that Christ 
For thee his blood has spilt. 

4 Though sinners he would save, 
God's claims he well asserted ; 

Did what we ne'er could do, 
— Our wills are so perverted, — 
The Law we had despis'd 
He honor'd and obey'd, 
Bore too its threaten'd curse, 
And suffer 'd in our stead. 

5 And through his merits now, 
Of God's mere sov'reign favor, 

By faith vre're justified,— 
So that how deep soever 
The wounds that sin inflicts, 
They cannot deadly be, 
Since Jesus, by his death, 
From guilt has set us free. 


C Fears I may well dismiss, 

The power u(* Hell oontemning; 

^'ilt thou still doubt, my soul, 
Thyself to wrath condemning I 

Yet God, who by bis word 
Would all my fears relieve, 
Is greater far than thou, — 
His word cannot deceive. 

7 Send now thy Spirit, Lord, 
With mercy and With power, 

That I, in hope and love, 
May onward, upward tower : 
Since thou my soul hast wash'd 
From dead worka by thy blood,- 
Give me by faith to live, 
And work the worka of God ! 

8 Give strength, victorious King, 
That, in thy stepa pursuiog, 

Satan, the WOrld, and flesh, 

And all their rage, Bubduing, 
i too may vict'ry gain : 
\ < .'■ let my spirit dread 
The wraih my ßinfl deserve, — 
For 1 to sin tun <l< od* 


2 8 FAITH. 

Withoüi true faith, O Lord, 
None rightly com es before thee ; 

Our guilty doubts disperse — 
We humbly would implore thee: 

Establish in our hearts 

The faith thou wilt approve, 

'T is thine alone to give 

The faith that works by love. 

2 May we believe, O God, 
That thou forever livest ; 

Nor suffer us to doubt, — 
"While help to all thou givest, — 
But that thou wilt reward 
With thy peculiar grace, 
Those who are earnest now 
To seek thy smiling face. 

3 Thy word is ever sure ; 
Grant that, in this confiding, 

Our hopes may ever be 
Transformintr, and abidino; : 
Grant, too, in joy or grief, 
That, to thy guidance true, 
Whate'er thy word directs 
We steadily pursue. 

4 Thy Son, in mercy sent 
To die, for sin atoning, — 


Ilim, as our Lord and God, 
With füll relianoe owning, 

May wc with thanks receive 
The grace bis blood has bought ; 
And show our love to him, 
By doing what he taught. 

5 To serve him with the heart, — 
Be this our great endeavor ! 

Thus may we comfort find, — 
While, too, it shall deliver 

From servitude to sin, 

And give us strength to wage 

The war 'gainst ev'ry foe, 

Through all our pUgrimage. 

G What sacred peace and joy 
By faith to us are given ! 

More glorious far the part 
Awaiting us in heaven. 

There wc shall B€€ and know 

What hriv heKev'd is Miss; 

Nor sin, or fear, or doubt 

Shall mar our happiness. 

J. J. Raaibach, d. 1785. 


To 'is nlvatioD dow ls eome, 

<"'L>*s WOndrOUl grace icvcaling ; 


Works never can avert our doom, 

They have no pow'f of healing. 
Faith looks to God's beloved Son, 
Who has for us deliv'rance won — 

He is our great Redeemer ! 

2 What God's most holy precept claims 

No child of Adam renders, 
And Sinai speaks, from cloud and flames, 

The curse against offenders. 
The flesh ne'er prompts those pure desires 
That, 'bove all eise, the law requires ; — 

Relief by law is hopeless ! 

3 'T is then a vain delusive dream 

That God the law has given, 
That we thereby reward might claira, 

And earn our way to heaven : 
But 't is a glass, where we descry 
How many sins in ambush lie, 

And in our flesh are hiding. 

4 By our own strength to put aside 

God's wrath, and win his blessing, 
The task, though many oft have tried, 

Is but our guilt increasing : 
For God hypocrisy abhors, 
And flesh with goodness ever wars, — 

'T is, in its nature, evil. 

5 But all the Law must be fulfill'd, 

Or sin receive its wages ; — 

62 Erkers from the germast. 

For this the Son — so God faad will'd, — 

In our behalf engai 
He in the flesh the law obeya, 
Its curse endures, the vengeance stays 

Which over ns impended. 

G With all the Law 't is now complied 

By one could well obey it : 

Each humble soul, now justiiied 

By faith in him, may say it — 

" Yes, I reoeive thee, gracious Lord, 

u Thy death to me shall life afford, 

M i'or me is paid the ransom ! 

7 t; Ilere all excuse for doubt were vain, 

" Thy truth cannot deceive me, 
M And thou hast Said, — in words so piain, 

" No rooni for doubt they leave me, — 
" ' Whoso shall humbly trust my name 
" ' To ^;ivc hia soul from guiltand shame, 

"'hheir of my salvaiion.' " 

8 This faith — whoseheart ia right with God, 

And he alone can know it ; 
A faith whose light will shine abroad, 

And pioua deeds shall ßhow it : 
T is one < roD will hiinself appnn 
Aholy faith that worka by low. 

Art thou of ( rOD begotten ? — 

9 Theo by the Law will sin be Bhown, 

Tny soul its gullt deploring, — 


Till Grace too make her message known, 

To hope thy soal restoring; 
She says — " In Christ are sinners blast, 
'• In Hirn, not in the Law,— is rest ;"■ — 

Thus faith is wrought with power. 

10 From faith in Jesus that is right, 

Good works are always flowing ; 
False is the faith that shuns the lightj 

On works no care bestowing : 
E : en iftrue faith alone could live, 
It needs good works the proof to give 

Of what is true and saving. 

11 Hope, though deferr'd, letnone destroy , — - 

God's promise never changes : 
What day our hope shall end in joy — 

Most wisely he arranges. 
The fittest time to give — he knows, 
And how that knowledge to disclose,— 

With Hirn we well may leave it. 

12 Nor when thy wishes may be cross'd ? 

Thy confidence give over ; 
E'en while thy good He seeks the most, 

His purpose he may eover : 
Though flesh and sense may oft repine ? 
His word of grace is ever thine, — 

On this repose secureiy ! 

13 Nowtothe Gon of matehless graee> 

To Father, Son, and Spirit, 


We lifl our highest songs of praise, 

Our praise his favors merit. 
All he has said, He will perform, 
And save us by his mighty arm, — 

Thy name, O Lord, be hallow'd ! 

14 Thy kingdom come ! thy will be done 

On earth as done in heaven ! 
Give us our bread, each day its own ! 

And be our sins forgiven 
As we forgive the wrongs we bear ! 
Our weakness from temptation spare ! 

From evil save ! — So be it ! 

Poliander, i. e. Jno. Graumann, [D'Aubigne,] d. 1541. 
Paul Spsratus, [A. Knapp,] d. 1554. 


I am redeem'd ! — the purchase of that blood 
Which on the cross was shed : 

To God Pm reconcil'd, — my lifo renew'd, — 
My terrora all are fled. 

The scheine of merey — Wisdom made it- 
The costly ransom — Lovc has paid it. 
I am redeem'd ! 

2 I am redeem'd ! — Nor can the tfaunder-roar 

Of Sinai yicld alann ; 

Por im', ihr fearful ourse my Saviorbore, 
My snul it cannot bann. 


Repented sins, would ye appal me ? 
To joy and thanks God's mercies call me ! 
I am redeem'd ! 

3 I am redeem'd ! — My Savior broke the band 

That chain'd me to the foe. 
The keys of Hell were in his friendly hand, 
He shut its portals to. 
Now walk I free, secure of pardon ; 
From sin and Satan's weary bürden 
I am redeem'd ! 

4 I am redeem'd ! What is there I should fear ? 

Death's gioom ^vill beam with light ; — 
The Lord of life for me will then appear, 
And lead to mansions bright. 
And though in dust my dust shall slamber, 
My sleeping dust will he remember. 
I am redeem'd ! 

5 I am redeem'd — from guilt, and fear, and pain, 

To joys that will abide ; 
And Death to me will prove eternal gain, — 
With Jesus at my side. 
Then shall I rise to share his favor 
With saints who sing his praise forever. 
I am redeem'd ! 

E. Wagner, d. 1812. 


31 * man's RECOVERY. 

Come, Christians all, let us rejoice, 
Our hearts with rapture swelling, 

With grateful and united voice, 
Let all, in one, be telling 

The mercy God to us has shown, 

The work of wonder He has done : 
Füll dear our joy was purchas'd ! 

2 To death devoted, long I lay 

A captive of the Devil, 
With fears tormented night and day, 

By birth a child of evil : 
O'er me yet sinking lower still, 
While thoughts and deeds increas'd the ill, 

Sin held its füll dorn inion. 

3 Good works ! — of mine dar'd I to speak, — 

'T were vain — the proud assertion : 
My will was free the law to break, 

To keep it, — my aversion, 
My anguiah drove me to despair, 
Wbere vengeanoe bums — my lot was there, 

And all eacape wss hopelesa. 

4 God pitied, from etemity, 

Thia mia'ry out of measure : 
II«' tboughta ol mercy had for me, 
To MT6 waa hia L f, >«»l pleasure, 

Jle show'd for me a iather's heart, — 


It was no cheap or easy part, — 
His best it needs would cost him. 

5 He spake to his beloved Son — 

" 'Tis come — the time appointed : 
" Go thou, the brightness of ray crown, 

w Appear, the Lord's anointed ! 
" To save the lost from endless wrath, 
" First, die for them a shameful death ! 

" Then, share with them thy glory ! " 

6 The Son. obeying, sought the earth, 

Was born of virgin mother, 
Such was his love, he would by birth 

Of man become the brother. 
Füll lowly here was his abode, 
A faithful servant of his God— 

The Devil he encounter'd. 

7 Then charg'd my soul — " Trust now in nie ! 

" And vict'ry — thou shalt gain it. 
" Myself entire I give to thee, 

" The struggle — Fll sustain it : 
" For I am thine, and thou art mine, 
" To share my glory shall be thine, 

" The foe shall not divide us. 

8 " Fear not ! — though, laying wait for blood, 

" He should of life bereave nie: 
" All this shall work thy lasting good, — 
" Though stränge it seem, believe me ! 


M O'er Death I yet shall vict'ry win, 
" My righteousness shall hide thy sin, — 
" In nie is thy salvation ! 

9 " From suff'ring hcre I soon shall go 
" To reign with God in heaven ; 
" But still a Savior's care I'll show, — 

u The Spirit shall be given ! 
" He will thy soul from sorrow free, 
" Will cheer with hope thy faith in nie, 
11 And all my truth will teach thee. 

10 " Let what Pve done, and what IVe said, 
" Direct thy word and living, 

" That far my kingdom may be spread, 
" To God new glory giving. 

" Of what vain man would add, beware ! 

" Lest thou the sacred treasure mar : — 
"Receive my last conimission!" 

M. Luther, d. 1546. 


I now have ibiind, fbrhope of hcavcn, 
An Boebor-grouDd that firm will hold; 

Twai through the cross of Jesus giYeo, 
J»y God appointed from of old ; 
A ground that shall enduring stay, 
W'ln'ii earth and skies have pass'd away. 

2 ,r l i m n nurri/, Dever ending, 

Its measure all our thought > i 10 i ds 


While Jesus too, his arms extending, — 
Whose heart for guilty sinners bleeds, — 
Now with compassion calls his foes 
To flee from sin and endless woes. 

3 And why should we be lost forever, 

Since God to us commends his love ? 
His Son, with message of his favor, 

Invites to holy joys above : 
To win our hearts, as oft before, 

He now is knocking at the door. 

4 This love's a deep, our follies hiding ; 

The death of Christ — a matchless grace, 
To life and peace our spirits guiding, 

Where wrath no more shall find a place-. 
His blood for us is pleading still — 
u Letmercy allits work fulfill ! n 

5 From this will I my comfort borrow, 

With joy will trust my Savior's plea, 
And, while for sin I deeply sorrow, 
Now to the Father's pity flee, — 
In Hirn will ever seek a friend 
Whose grace in Christ will never end. 

6 Of all beside were I forsaken 

That could my soul or body cheer ; 
From me if joys of earth were taken, 
If not a friend were left me here, — 
One joy remains — the richest, best, — 
For I with pard'ning love am bless'd. 


7 Should earthly cares still gatlier round me, 

And join'd with griefs should malice rise, 
Together striving to confound me, 
Or into sin my soul surprise, 
Should sorrows high o'er sorrows swell, 
Let Mercy smile, and all is well. 

8 Whene'er I look my doings over, — 

The best of all that I have done, — 
Much wrong and weakness I discover, 
And boasting is forever gone : 
But in one thing I can confide, — 
'Tis mercy, — and in naught beside. 

9 He leads, and always will be nigh me, 

Who has on me his mercy set ; 
With all I need he will supply me, 
Nor let my soul his grace forget : 
What joys or sorrows may befall, 
I'll trust his grace alike in all. 

10 Upon this ground I will sustain me, 

Long as the earth my dwelling prove; 
To serve my God and Savior traiu me, 
Till, dying, I shall riseabove, 
And therc, rqoioing, will adore 
Unbotmded meroy evermore, 

A. EoTiiH, d, 1753. 



Psalm ISO. 

From deep distress to Thee I pray, 

O God, hear my in treaty ! 
Turn not tby face from me away, 

But show thy tender pity : 
As Judge, should thou my deeds regard, 
In justice weighing due award, 

How could I stand the trial ! 

2 With thee should mercy not prevail 

To show to man thy favor, 
His ev'ry act his guilt would swell, 

Vain were his best endeavor. 
His goodness in its utmost length, 
Reveals his utter want of strength, — 

He must rely on mercy, 

3 On God alone, and on his grace, 

Can I securely rest me ; 
He sees my heart, He heals distress, — 

To Hirn, then, why not trust me 1 
He owns a Father's name, and knows 
The füll amount of human woes — 

On Hirn be my reliance ! 

4 Should comfort seem afar to keep, 

Pll not sink down despairing ; 
They who in godly sorrow weep 

Shall find a gracious hearing : 
Thus Christians do, and they are blest 


In God, their confidence and rest, 
Their comfort, and Redcemer. 

5 Many and great my sins, I own, 
But greater God's free mercies : 
From wrath I flee to his dear Son, 

Who bore for me its curses : 
And He will be my Shepherd, too, 
Will all my troubles guide me through, 
To rest with him in glory. 

M. Luther, d. 1546. 


How could I wish a greater treasure, 
Than that the God of love were mine ? 

If all the world should wait my pleasure, 
For this would I the world resign : 

Yet, from his love, how many fleeing 

Despise the fountain of well being ! 

2 Men hope elsewhere a good unchanging, 

But wake and find their hopes a dream : — 
Some, in the Bearch, through earth are ranging, 

But all their Bearch deoeives their aim : — 
Borne jeopard lifo inoountry's quarrels, 
Yetgain at best but fadlng laureis. 

3 Ghree Gtod Domeans his love of knowingl — 

et ye who ) ( >in > souls would savel 
Who, on the cross his life's blood Bowinff. 


Such proofsoflove for sinners gave? 
Are ye indeed still lefl in blindness 
How he has shown his loving-kindness ? — 

4 That He to earth came down from heaven, 

The God in human form reveal'd ? 
What words of life by Hirn were given % 

How many by his grace were heal'd ? 
And how, your endless good devising, 
He bore the curse, its shame despising? 

5 Can ye, unmov'd, now hear this message, 

And proofs of love still ask for more 1 
Nor to your hearts yield Hirn a passage, 

Who bars to you Hell's fearful door ? 
Why not to him your souls surrender — 
To him your highest service tender ? 

6 Thöu God of love, clo thou receive me ! 

Thou art my life, my hope, my all : 
Though worldly pleasures all should leave me, 

No loss would I their absence call ; — 
Thou'lt make it gain, — and I before thee, 
Rejoicing, ever will adore thee. 


<; This man sinners doth receive ! " 
Well may we the saying ponder, 
Who in sin's delusions live, 


And from God and heaven wander : — 
This alone can hope revive — 
" Jesus sinners doth receive ! " 

2 We deserve but grief and shame, — 
Yet his words, rieh grace revealing, 

Pardon, peace, and life proclaim : 
Here their ills have perfect healing 
Who vvith humble hearts believe. 
u Jesus sinners doth reeeive ! " 

3 As a faithful shepherd seeks 
Sheep that stray from their inclosure ; 

He, with eye that ever wakes, 
Watches us in our exposure, 

And, who will their wand'rings leave, 
He has promis'd to receive. 

4 Come, ye wandVers, one and all, 
Come, we all have invitation, — 

Come, obey his gracious call, 
Come and take his free salvation ! 
Ile has died that we might live. — 
"Jesus Binneni doth receive ! w 

5 Savior, DOW I come to thee : 
Great n\\ Bins,aweary bürden! 

W'ilt thou kindnesa ßhow tomel 
Can l bope to lind a pardon I 
1 will truafl : roy soul relieve ! 
Me, a sinner, Lord receive ! 


6 Rieh thy merey ! — strangely good ! 
O how oft have I offen ded ! 

But, through thy redeeming blood, 
All my fear of wrath is ended : 
Yes, I now can witness give, 
" Jesus sinners doth reeeive ! " 

7 Now, though conscience be at rest, 
Will the Law still urge its charges ] 

Who the Law has honor'd best, 
He from guilt my soul enlarges ; 
Hence my comfort I derive, — 
" Jesus sinners doth reeeive 1 " 

8 " Jesus sinners doth reeeive ! " 
Happy in his ceaseless favor, 

Here for heaven I will live, 
Then shall live with him forever. 
Joy in death these tidings give — 
" Jesus sinners doth reeeive ! " 

E. Neumeistee, d. 1756. 


Ix the midst of life — is Death 
Watching to ensnare us : 

Who can guard us in our path ? 
From his terrors spare us ? 

5 T is thou, Lord, none beside thee. 

Our many sins we deeply mourn, 

From us the lurking mischief turn! 


Most Holy Lord, our God ! 
Most Holy mighty God ! 
Most Holy merciful Redeemer! 
Thou eternal God ! 

Leave us not to perish 
In the cruel fangs of Death ! 
Shew us thy pity ! 

2 In the midst of Dcath— is Hell 

Wide his jaws distending : 
Who for us his rage can quell, 

From our guilt defending ? 
Thyself, O Lord, — none other. 
Thy wondrous grace provides relief 
From all our load of sin and grief. 
Most Holy Lord, our God ! 
Most Holy mighty God ! 
Most Holy merciful Redeemer ! 
Thou eternal God ! 
Leave us not to tremble 
At the dreadful rage of Hell ! 
Show us thy pity ! 

3 In the midst of Hell — Despair 

Looks for cndlcss sorrow: 
Whither dow for Light repair? 

I [ope wlniicc can vre borrow ! 
From thee, Lord Jesus, only ! 
For thou hast shed thy precioua blood, 
And faith secures the purchas'd good. 


Most Holy Lord, our God ! 

Most Holy, mighty God ! 
Most Hol y merciful Redeemer ! 

Thou eternal God ! 

Leave us not despairing ! 
Grant the comforts of thy faith ! 

Show us thy pity ! 

IC Luthze, <L 1546. 


Know ye the fand — on earth 'twere vainly sought, — 

To which the heart in sorrows turns its thought % 
Where no complaint is heard, — tears never flow, — 
The good are blest, — the weak with vigor glow ? 
Know ye it well ? 

Für this, for this, 
All earthly wish or care, my friends, dismiss ! 

2 Know ye the way — the rugged path of thorns ] 
His lagging progress there the trav'ler mourns ; 
He faints, he sinks, — from dust he cries to God — 
"Relieve me, Father, from the weary road ! " 
Know ye it well ? 

It guides, it guides, 
To that dear land, where all we hope abides. 

3 Know ye that friend ? — In him a man you see ; — 
Yet more than man, more than all inen is He : 


Himself, before us, trod the paih of thorns, 
To pilgrims now his heart with pity turns. 
Know ye him well ? 

His band, his hand 
Will safely bring us to that Father-land. 

Claus Haems, b. 1TT3. 


Wh at, without thee, would I have been 1 

Without thee, Lord, what should I be 1 
Before I had thy mercy seen, 

No friend or hope appear'd for me. 
What I desir'd I scarcely knew, 

Upon the future darkness feil, 
And, though my grief incessant grew, 

To whom could I my sorrows teil 1 

2 With spirits sunk, and all alone, 

The day to me was gloomy night : 
Joylessl still was pressingon 

Where others seem'd to have delight: 
I vainly sought for peaoe abroad, 

At home the preyofoonstant grief, — 
IIow (li«l I live without my (Jon! 

ESndure so l"n,u r without reliefl 

3 But thou hast brought thy mercy nigh, — 

The purpoaa first was clearly thine; — 
II<»w booq the douda ofdarkneaa fljr, 

When (Jod commands hislight to shinel 


Till then my reason was debas'd, 
But thou hast taught my soul to rise, 

And what bad been a dreary waste, 
Blooms round me now a paradise. 

4 Life, now, \v\th halcyon days is crown'd, 

The world breathes love and joy to me, 
I find a bahn for ev'ry wound, 

My cheerfal breast throbs füll and free. 
For this thy rieh, unbottnded grace, 

My heart and pow'rs to thee are giv'n ; 
Here, 'mong thy friends grant me a place, 

Till thou reeeive my soul to heav'n, 

5 There, He in upper glory Stands, 

Whom, though unseen, we love below; 
His varied grief for us demands 

That grateful tears for him should flow ; 
That we our hearts should open wide 

To all who love Immanuel's name, 
Should pity those for whom he died, 

And to the world his grace proclaim. 

6 Now go ye forth in all the ways, 

And hither bring poor wand'rers home, 
Urgent resist their vain delays ; 

All now is readv, — bid them "come!" 
'Tis heav'n to bewith us below, 

By faith its glories here we see, — 
But more than brightest faith can show 

Shall there our endless portion be. 

F. Von Harde>~derg, d. 1801. 



To thee, Lord Jesus, DOW I come, 
From mercy's door no longer roam, 

But seek thy gnicious pard$n : 
With load of sins my soul oppress'd 
From sorrows cannot look for rest, 

Till thou remove the bürden. 
I eise must sink in dark despair, 
And never hope His love to sbare 
To whom the heavens are unclean — 
An heir of death I must remain. 

Lord Jesus Christ ! Thy mercy show ! 
And save me from eternal woe ! 

2 Sin's yoke, for me too heavy grown, 
Now weighs my sinking spirit down — 

Let, Lord, the yoke be broken ! 
O think — bcneath sin's grievous load 
Thy soul for mibe to death was bow'd, 

Think what thy mouth has spoken« 
The guilt my sins iipoo me lay, — 
Thy Wood ean wash it all away ; 
For thy Balvatioo n^w I plead, 
Thy grace ean meet my ev'ry Qeed : — 

Lord Jesus Christ, Thal grace fulfil, : 
Nor j ield me up to Satan's will ! 

8 Thou aii my oonfidence alone, 

Beaide, no belper n ill I own, 

I ^bysician of mj spirit ! 


None eise can eheer the soul with faith : 
None eise, by vict'ry over death, 

Can teaeh nie not to fear it. 
My shield of strength, my port of rest, 
Thou rock and fortress of the blest, 
My Savior, my almighty friend, 
My hopeof joys that never end — 

Lord Jesus Christ ! Accept my faith, :||: 
Increase it tili I sleep in death ! 

Henceforth my willing neck shall bear 
Whatever yoke thou placest there, 

Nor will its weight oppress me. 
Beneath it, I shall find my peace, 
And by it, while I grow in grace, 

My sorrows too shall bless me. 
When, passing through this vale of tears, 
I meet with trials and with fears, 
Fresh hopes from thee, their living source, 
Shall help me end withjoy my course. 

Lord Jesus Christ, Alone thy love :||: 
Gives hope below, or joy above ! 

J. A. FREYLLN-GüA-CSEy, (1. 1739, 


I now have found abiding rest 
For which I long was sighing, 

Now, on my Savior's faithful breast 
My weary head is lying: 



This is the place where sin, no more, 
And Death and Hell alarm me : 

I dow am safe, by Jesus' pow'r, 

From all that eise would härm me. 

2 He whispers me — u Fm wholly thine, 

"And thou art mine forever; 
u Henceforth all fear and doubt resign, — 

u Confiding in my favor ! 
u Thy ev'ry want shall find supply 

" From my exhaustless treasures ; 
" I'll fill thy spirit with my joy, 

" The pledge of cndless pleasures." 

3 From Jesus and his love, Who now, 

By terrors to divide me, 
My great and many sins would show ? — 

His wounds from vengeance hide me : 
My sins are great, — I'll not despair, 

Though conscience too arraigns me, 
Nor doubt my Savior's watchful care — 

His arm of love sustaina me. 

4 I thank tliee, God's beloved Son, 

Thy boundless gracc adoring, 
Which brought thee from thy glorious throne, 

Our peace with God restoring. 
O make my beart a shrine, where peace 

Shall keep her constant dvvelling : 
Where grateful praise shall aever eeasp, 

Abroad thy glories telling. 


Sinai flames its awful wonders, — 

How can I its terrors meet 1 
Where's a Rock that, from its thunders, 

Yields a cleft of safe retreat ? 
Rock — thou none wilt find but Jesus, — 

Such a cleft, bis wounded side ; — 
There, no dread of wrath can seize us, — 

Jesus bore our curse, and died. 

2 Place of Befuge — where 1 — O teil me ! 

That my soul may thither fly, 
Now that guilt and fear o'erwhelm me, 

With the blood-avenger nigh. 
Refuge ? — there is none but Jesus, — 

To his wounds for rescue turn ! 
He, from vengeance to release us, 

Has the stroke of vengeance borne. 

3 Wretched, naked, child of loathing, 

Must I shame forever bear % 
Where can I obtain me clothing^ 

And before my God appear ? 
Jesus' dying love can give it, — 

Hence our robe of righteousness ; 
All by faith may now receive it, — 

None could wish a richer dress, 

4 Hut my crimes, of countless number, 

— More than sands upon the shore, — 


With their load my soal encumber; — 
What can meet the dreadful score? 

Nothing but thc blood of Jesu?;, 
This a perfect ransom paid, 

Ile from all our load will ease us, 
While our faith on him is stayM. 

5 Where's afountain ever-flowing, 

That can slake my thirsty heart ? 
And from filth of evil-doing, 

Cleansing to my soul impart 1 
Jesus' wounds — from these are bursting 

Living streams of sacred blood, 
Here may drink the heart that's thirsting, 

Here the soul be cleans'd for God. 

6 Are there mansions — Who will show them ? — 

That with constant peace are blest? 
Where afiüctions — none shall know them, — 

And from care my soul may rest ? 
Such a place is Christ preparing, — 

Faith, <Aii here, secures our peace; — 
Who Hü suffrings dow is sharing, 

Sood shall share bis home ofbliss. 

EL Gh WuLTKESDORF, d. litt. 


I Nuw have found the Rock of ages, 

And, with it, all that bouI would cravej 
This Book — unmov'd whcn tempert ragcs, 


His Rock — from which the swollen wave 
With broken billows back is rolling — 
When storms from Hell's abyss were howling, 

Receiv'd me to its shelt'ring cleft. 
My soul, dismiss all doubt and terror, 
Thy faith is no delusive error, 

Here safe retreat for thee is left. 

2 Oppress'd with guilt of sins so many, 

My soul was like the troubled sea ; 
Nor help for me appear'd there any, 

But dark despair awaited me. 
While conscience, for my sins accusing, 
All hope of light or life refusing, 

Diselos'd the worldofwoe beneath, — 
As one that's toss'd on ocean's surges, 
Where each to ruin onward urges, 

I struorgled on the brink of death. 

3 On me, when now all hope was dying, 

The Savior look'd ; — nor stood apart : — 
He heard my voice for mercy crying, 

And pity mov'd his tender heart : 
To me his wounded body showing, 
And from the wounds his life's blood flowing, 

He cried — " Come, weary sinner, come ! 
t; I am the rock for sinners riven, 
i: No refuge eise for thee is given, 

' ; Haste ! for thy shelter here is room !" 

4 What life and peace my spirit borrows, 

Rock of my strength, — what joys from thee ! 


Where now is gone that flood of sorrows 1 
Lo ! — backward roll its waves from me. 
Now finds my soul, to its fxill measure, 
In thee its paradise of pleasure ; — 

What pure delights my bosom fill ! 
Of all the blissl share before thee, 
I deeply feel I'm all unworthy, — 
Yet thankful take it : — such thy will. 

5 Let then the angry winds be roaring ! 

Let sea and sky their fury wage ! 
The floods of Death their storm be pouring, 

And Satan double all his rage ! 
All this but little can alarm me, — 
My Rock secures that nothing härm me, 

Though darkness all my prospect hide. 
Let sink with fear both hill and mountain, 
My Rock will stand ; — a ceaseless fountain 

Of life still flowing from its side. 


Aspire, my heart, on high to live ! 

For therc is foiind thy trcasure: 
What's here, would all thy bopee deceive, — 

That only suits their incasurr. 
Poor is the wealtfa that BOOD niust fail, 
None other OttD for thee avail 

Than richcs stor'd in hcaven. 


2 'Tis all a gift, — not wages paid, — 

This treasure none can merit ; 
And Jesus, who atonement made, 

He, only, can confer it. 
The soul could have no higher good, 
Than God's beloved Son, with blood, 

For us has dearly purchas'd. 

3 It is a wealth that will remain, — 

By faith in him, we seal it : 
No foe can make its title vain, 

No thief can ever steal it. 
Nor Death, nor Time, its worth destroys, 
5 T will be a source of holy joys, 

Long as the soul is living. 

4 This treasure, Lord, to me commend, 

And teach my heart to prize it ; — 
Compar'd with this, what earth can lend — 

Sincerely to despise it. 

For me to die will then be gain, 

And when thy courts I shall attain, 

I will forever thank thee. 

P. F. Hiller, d. 176». 


Pll serve the Lord with true devotion — 
My Savior, help to keep my vow ! 

Too long I shar'd the world's commotion, 
Thou art my rest from trouble now. 


Thy peace, — O 't is a matchless blessing, 
The brightest crown ofkiügs surpassing, 

To usoffuture bliss it teils: 
The gift excites my ceaseless wonder, 
No words can speak the debt l'm under, 

Thy grace my highest thuughts excels. 

2 How kind and patient was thy pity, 

That thou shouldst such a heart subdue ! 
I flcd from thee, scorn'd thy entreaty — 

AVould still the way of death pursue. 
And yet thy luve would not forsake nie, — 
A trophy of thy grace to malte me, 

Thou hast reveal'd thy seif in me. 
Accept, for love so true and tender, 
My heart entire ; — I all surrender, 

And would rcjoice alone in thee. 

3 So teach nie, that, myself forgetting, 

I in thy love may all be lost: 
Before me thine example setting, 

May study how to please thee most. 
The earth can yield but poor enjoyment, — 
To (lo thy will he my employment, 

Thou highe -i g< m >d, my only one ! 
The more thia world shall lo9e its power, 
The more my happy thoughts can tower, 

Admiring what thj love has doue. 

4 Tis not thy gifts, howevermany, 

But 't is thy »elf 1 chiefly prize, 


If thou shoulcl fail to furnish any, 

My heart shall not in murmurs rise. 
Thy kingdom boasts no joyous revel, — 
Instruct rae, Lord, to suffer evil, 

And in my sorrows keep me true ! 
Rule thou in all my pow'rs and feelings, 

In all my thongbts, in all my deallngs, — 
Be all to me in all I do ! 

5 For me 't is ever best directed, 

When least my selfish wish succeeds ; 
High things with turmoil are connected, 

God's work a quiet temper needs. 
The meek — their lot with patience bearing, 
As leads thy Spirit, onward faring, — 

Teach how the will of God is done : 
O may my love to thee be single, 
And with no selfish feelings mingle ! 

Then I aright will have began. 

6 But, holy Jesus, dare I cherish 

The hope, that thou wilt own my love ? 
Yes, Lord ! Thy grace leaves none to perish, 

Whose heart is drawn to things above. 
TU trust the treasures of thy kindness, — 
Enlighten thou my spirit's blindness, 

That I earth's nothingness may see ; 
And, from its dark delusions turning, 
May guess, from radiant gl eams of moraing, 

How bright the Sun itself must be. 

J. A. Flessa, d. 1776. 



Jesus, my chief pleasnre, 
Comfort's richest treasure, 

Portion of my soul ! 
Pow'r and Grace revealing, 
Sin's distemper healing, 

Thou wilt make me wbole. 
Have I thee? — "Tis wealth to me! 
Earth, without thee, all conceded, 

Lacks the thing I needed. 

2 Thou for me engaging, 
Storms are vainly raging, 

They can work no härm. 
Let the rocks be shaken, 
Earth with trembling taken, 

Nature show alarm, — 
Shall I fear ? Though, far and near, 
All conspiring would confound me, 

Still thy arms are round me. 

3 'Mid terrifio wonders, 
Sinai speaks in thunders; — 

Jesus quella my dread. 
] teatb may o'er me boyer, 
Grave in darkness oover, — 

Jesus meeta my oeed« 
Judgment, too, 1 fearlees view, 
Ile iuv judge to Bight is offer'd 

Who for me baa sufier'd. 


Vain each new endeavor 
By some smooth deceiver, 

Now, to shame my faith : 
Scoffs — let foes repeat them, — 
I with songs will meet them, 

Praising God tili death. 
Fm secure By Jesus' pow'r ; 
He of foes can rule the madness, 

Crowning faith with gladness, 

" Gold — 'bove all things prize it ! 
" Honor — idolize it ! " 

Say the worldly wise. 
These shall never blind me, 
Nor apostate find me 

Who the faith denies. 
Grief nor loss, — Shame, death, the cross, 
No disasters that betide me, 

Shall from Christ divide me. 

Earth's delusive bubbles, 
Source of human troubles, 

Countless victims make. 
World ! — your bondage breaking, 
All your joys forsaking, 

Now my leave I take. 
Envy, Pride, All sinbeside— 

From your chains will Christ deliver, 

Freeing me forever. 


7 Gares and fears have vanish'd, — 
All complaint is banish'd, — 

Jesus — He is mine ! 
Whoso here shall love him, 
Though dark trials prove him, 

Light on him shall shine. 
Should distress My soul oppress, 
From my Savior still 1 borrow 
Joy in all my sorrow. 


One thing's needful : — this rieh treasure 

Show to me my gracious God ! 
Things beside that promise pleasure 
Prove at best a weary load, 
Beneath which the soul — always restless, complaining- 
Still longs for the good it is never attaining : 
O give mc this one th'mg ! — 't is all I require, 
This One will be AU, and fulfill my desire. 

2 Soul, this portion, — would thougain it, 
Seek it no1 in worldly störe ! 
1 1 , ; ie iliv flight, oor here restrain it, 
J Ii<_ r li above all nature soar, — 
T<> vrhere God and manhood in Jesus ascended, 
Whose fullness of grace with lull glory is blended, 
"Tis there is thv best, indispensable part, 
The One, and the All, — the tme bllSS of the heart. 


3 Think, niy spirit, what employment 

Was to Mary 's soul so sweet, 
Then whiie she, with such enjoyment, 
Kept her place at Jesus' feet. 
Her heart with clesire of the knowledge was burning, 
Wtich there from the lipsof her Lord she was learaing; 
"With Jesus, and with his Instructions engross'd, 
Her all she receiv'd in the word she lov'd most. 

4 So my soul, with strong desires to 

Learn her duty, Lord, from thee, 
Loves thy truth ; by this aspires to 
Pleasures that shall endless be. 
Though others forearth anditsjoys may forsake thee, 
Still, Jesus, my all now and ever I take thee ; 
For spirit and life are contain'd in thy word, 
There's nothing of good but is found in my Lord. 

5 Wisdom is in füll perfection 

Hid in thee. Its search to make, 
I would, choosing thy direction, 
Xever from the lim its break 
Where Piety, simple and meek, shall conduct me, 
And on ward in things of thy kingdom instruct me, 
Until I shall know Jesus Christ as he is; — 
I then shall have won of true wisdom the prize. 

6 Who can give me hope of pardon ? 

AVho for all my sins atone 1 
Who of guilt remove the bürden ? 
Jesus, thou, — thy grace alone. 


For me, on the cross were thy injuries suffer'd, 
A righteousness perfect by thee now is proffer'd, 
And robes of salvation, by fiuth to be mine, 
With which I in glory forever may shine. 

7 By thy own, O mould my spirit ! 

There thy sacred form impress ! 
Thy refusal — can I fear it 1 
Thou art made my koUness. 
Whatever promotes love to God, or right living, 
That, giving thy seif to me, Lord, thou art giving, 
From evil affections deliver my heart, 
Within me abide, and thy virtues impart ! 

8 Nothing more by me is needed, — 

Grace has reaeh'd me with its flood ; 
In the holtest thou hast pleaded, 
Thithcr ent'riug by thy blood ; — 
And there hast procur'd me a perfect redemption, 
From Satan's foul tyranny endless exemption, 
With freedom, a spirit too giving, that I 
In praying to God — " Abba Father ! n may cry. 

9 Fields — where verdure, ever growing, 

Yielda the pasture of my choioe ; 
Where is peaoe, with joya o'erflowing, — 
Thither calla my Shepherd's voioe, 
Mo bloaring od earth can be found that is detrer, 
No pleasure to glory can bring the soul aearer, 
Tban wbeo rule thy graoee, blest Jesus, in me, 
And I in thyself my EUdeemer can see. 


10 Jesus, only stand thou by me ! 

In thy strength my safety lies : 

Search my spirit, Lord, and try me ! 

Free my heart from all disguise ! 

Withhold me from paths that to min are hasting, 

And lead me, Most High, in the way everlasting, 

Till, dying, from earth and its cares I retire, 

With Jesus to live, — the One thing I desire. 

J. H, Schboedze, d. 1T2S. 


Within me, Lord, thou hast implanted 
The strong desire of lasting good, 

A blessing never to be granted 
While flesh continues my abode ; 
My search and wishes may remain, 
But earthly hopes are all in vain. 

2 An evil heart my spirit blinding, 

I onward grope in darkness here ; — 
Forever seeking, never finding 

Relief from doubt and gloomy fear. 
In thee alone is rest from care, 
O teach my soul to seek it there ! 

3 From vanities of time deliver, 

And set my prison'd spirit free ! 
Let hopes, that soon must feil forever, 
Make room for what shall endless be,- 


That I, with present quiet bless'd, 
May reach at last eternal rest. 

4 Give thy dear Son to stand beside me ! 

None eise can needed grace supply; — 
That by bis counsel he raay guide me, 

And I für peace on him rely. 
Then his redemption will be mine, 
While I to him my all resign. 

5 5 T is only thus, I hope for pleasure ! 

Should earth her choicest stores reveal, 
Farne, riches — these, whate'er their measure, 
My soul's desire could never fill. 
What most the sons of earth applaud 
Can never please a ehild of God. 

6 Could I secure man 's approbation, 

And win his envied praises now, 
Atdcath, 'twould yield no oonsolation, 
In Ufe, 't were but an empty show. 
Far better here my time to spend 
Für gaining an eternal hriend. 

7 It is the heighl ofmy aspiring — 

To be well-pleasing, I *ord, to tb 
From search of human praise retiring, 

\\ hich, found, would hidethy face from me; 
But, if thy favor 1 secure, 
Tisglory now and evermore. 


8 For comfort — what can wealth avail me, 

Wben I am call'd the world to leave ? 
Had I all earthly good — 'twould fail me, — 
It iktt.ers only to deceive : 
Then, only this a good will prove — 
To have aportion In ilty love, 

9 Of joy — should all on earth forsake me, — 

My God is left, — the best, the whole : 
When death, Lord Jesus, shall o'ertake me, 
Sustain in peace my parting soul, 
While I shall hear, by thee addressVl, — 
u Come, nou\ and be forever bhst ! " 

I. U, FßOMMANN, 1T42. 


Earth's boasted joys and splendor 
No real good can render, 

However fair they seem : 
What now may most delight us, 
With eager hopes excite us, — 
We soon shall find an idle dream. 

2 Men toil with ceaseless trouble — 
For what ? — Some airy bubble 

That can no profit give. 
What'a life %—. A flick'ring taper, 
Emitting deadly vapor : — 
Where flatt'ring most 't will most deceive. 


3 The fame which bere we covet, 
As if 't were endless, luve it, — 

Is all an empty breath ; 

Soon as we yield our spirit, 
We never more shall hear it, 
'Twill sink, with us, forgot in death. 

4 'Twere vain, on skill or science 
To set our fond reliance — 

They cannot death abide. 
Whose pride more room would borrow, 
And fmds this world too narrow — 
They'll find a narrow grave too wide. 

5 Our gains must be forsaken — 
For which such pains are taken, 

And toil — that rest denies : 
Success in our cndeavors 
Can win from death no favors, 
And when we die, to us it dies. 

E'en as a rose at morning, 
Its parent-stock adorning, 

Expands beneath the light ; 
But, ere the day is ended, 
Or light with darkness blended, 

Its bluoni 18 slnick by with'ring blight: 

7 So we on earth are bloomina. 
In hopt) to greatnees Coming, 
From oare and boito^ free ; 

l'.iit ere we have attain'd it, — 


Or all our bloom — have gain'd it, — 
The blast of Death sweeps us away. 

8 Awake, mv soul ! — remind thee ! 
Of life that's here assign'd thee, 

Whats now. alone is thine. 
The past — ? t is as the river 
Whose waves roll onward ever, — 
The future — Who can say "'Tis mine ! n ? 

9 Of man reject the story 

That vaunts his power and glory, 

And trust in God alone ! 
His pow'r — o'er all 't is reigning, 
His time — 't is never waning, — 
Of glory He awards the erown. 

10 And those in God confiding 
For joys with Hirn abiding — 

Though here they soon may die, 
Shall there live on forever — 
In His unbounded favor, — 
They're blest whose portion is on high ! 

A. Getphius, d. 1664, 


Why vex thyself with anxious fears, 
My soul, or weary thee with cares 

About mere earthly good ? 
Confide thyself to God alone, 
The earth and skies are all his own. 


2 His pow'r and will can never fail 

To meet thy wants. He knows them well, 

He all thy bürden knows ■ 
He is thy Father, and thy God, 
Will comfurt thee on all thy road. — 

3 My God and Father ! — Yes, thon art, 
And well I know thy tender heart 

Will ne'er thy child forget. 
Besides thyself, I here below 
Nor hope, nor consolation know. 

4 Let others on their riches rest : 

I build on God ; in him am blest, 

In poverty am rieh. 
He is my wealth, I need no more ; 
Who trusts in Him is never poor. 

5 Thy riches, Lord, forever last, 
Today as in all ages past : 

In thee I may confide, 
Thy stores of grace in me display ! 
For otber wealth I cannot pray, 

G All worldly pomp I well can spare, 
If] maj endless honors share 

By thee for Binnera bought, 
Dear Savior, with thy precious blood: 
For these 111 pray, nay Lord and God. 

7 Whate'er it be Murth valuea most, 

Gold, silvar, jeireta — or may boast 


Of pleasure, — or of pow'r, — 
Ali these will quickly pass away, 
Nor help to meet the judgment-day. 

8 I thank thee, God's beloved Son, 

Who, from thy great and glorious throne, 

To me thy truth hast giv'n : 
And by the truth do thou prepare 
My soul thy glory, too, to share ! 

9 Love, honor, praise to thee be brought, 
For that salvation thou hast taught ! 

My fliith, dear Lord, confirm ! 
That I. in realms of endless light, 
May ever live before thy sight. 

Hans Sachs, d. 15T6. 


Can I this world esteem, 
Or here repose my treasure, 

Wien I alone in thee, 
Dear Jesus, find my pleasure? 
Thou art my chosen good, 
Without thee, joy's a dream ; 
With thee, I need no more — 
Can I this world esteem % 

2 This world is like the smoke 
In air füll quickly failing ; 
5 T is like the shadow vain 


Of clouds fast onward sailing : 
All, all soon flits away, — 
But Christ abides the same ; 
Ile's my enduring Rock, — 
Can I this world esteem 1 

3 The world their honors seek, 
To earthly great-ones bending; 

Nor will at all reflect 
That these to dust are tending : 
To Hirn who ever lives, 
Whom I my glory clecm, 
To Christ — they scorn to bow ;- 
Can I the world esteem ? 

4 The world for riches strive, 
Their toil no respite suffcrs : 

The best reward they hope 
Is treasure in their coffers : 
I know a higher good, 
A treasure that's supreme ; 

'Tis Jesus, — He is inino ; — 

Can l the world esteem ? 

5 The world Hindi trouble feel, 
Whoever may deride tbem ; 

Or wlidi the praise they wish 
Ry others is denied thera : 
But if it please my Lord, 
For bim TU suflfer shame. 


In this my glory find ; 
Can I the world esteem 1 

6 The world to darling lusts 
Admit no curb or measure, 

For seeking joys on high 
They have no heart or leisure ; 
The wretch who scorns restraint 
Will meet his friends with them ; 
While then I love my God, 
Can I the world esteem ? 

7 Can I this world esteem ] 
How soon its honors vanish ! 

These cannot from the brow 
Death's pallid tokens banish : 
Its riches — they are dust ! 
Its joys — a lying name ! 
But Christ — eternal bliss! 
Can I this world esteem ? 

8 Can I this world esteem ? 
Christ is my life forever, 

My wealth, all my estate : 

I rest upon His favor 

My portion here, — above, 

My ev'ry hope and aim ; — 

Once more, then, I wonld say — 

Can I this world esteem ? 

Gr. M. Pfeffeekoen. 



Beware, O man, lest endless life 
From all thy thoughts be driven, 

And, when Death calls thee to the strife, 
Tlien first thou think of heaven ! 

2 Are riches, honors, vrorldly show, 

Forheav'n the soul's adorning; 
That thou, pursuing these, should know 
Small quiet — eve or morning ? 

3 To us the scriptures plainly say — 

This globe itself shall perish : 
As if they would forever stay, 
Shall we its baubles oherishl 

4 Art thou not daily made aware 

Of somc by Death o'ertaken 1 
Füll poor they pass thee on their bier, 
By all their wealth forsaken. 

5 What lias the earth with thee to send? 

Or, How can it enrich thee 9 
Its pomp, its wealth, its pleasures end — 
So Death, ere long, will teach thee. 

G All real good is found above, — 
'T is worth thy füll endeavor; 
It well deserves thy constant love, 
Its bliss endures forever. 


7 Who can deseribe the boundless störe 

That there awaits the pious ? 
What could vre v/aiit, that Jesus' pow'r 
And love eamiot supply us ] 

8 Nor eye has seen, nor ear has heard, 

Man's heart it never enter'd, 
What things God has for them prepar'd 
"Whose love on him is centred. 

9 How long must I here grope in night 1 

Could I bis pinions borrow, 
Swift as the ea^le in his flieht, 
I'd leave this world of sorrow. 

10 Come, take me, Jesus, — thither bring 
Where angels bow before thee ! 
Take me where saints with angels sing, 
That I may there adore thee ! 

Simon Dach, d. 1659. 


O tell me not of glitt'ring treasure, 
Of pomp and splendor here below; 

The earth to me can yield no pleasure, 
With all its pomp and glitt'ring show. 

Let others love whate'er they will, 

My heart prefers my Savior still. 


2 In him alone is joy abiding, — 

He is my hope, my chief desire : 
Upon his word my soul oonfiding, 

To endless plcasurcs would aspire. 
Let others love whate'er they will, 
My heart prcfers my Savior still. 

3 The world — itsjoys are scarcely tasted, 

The flesh — its beauty cannot last, 
For time will these have quickly wasted ; 

The pride of man will soon be past. 
Let others love whate'er they will, 
My heart prefers my Savior still. 

4 His pow'r, against all focs prevailing, 

Shall in its strength forever stay ; 
His throne, in glory never failing, 

Shall stand when time has pass'd away 
Let others love whate'er they will, 
My heart prefers my Savior still. 

5 His wealth is always outward going, — 

Its source no stinted measure knows, 
W'liilc other Springs withhold their flowing, 

This fbuntain with lull waters flows. 
Let others love whate'er they will, 
My heart prefers my Savior still. 

In him Itru8t,nor will ho leave me 
When Earth's delusive favorsend; 
Buttben, — dot like the earth deeeive me, — 
Abide my portion — and my friencL 


Let others love whate'er they will, 
My heart prefers my Savior still. 

7 Thongh many cares may here oppress me, 
While I a pilgrim seek my home ; 

Yet He has said all good sball bless me, 
When to his glory I shall come. 

Content, Fll suffer now his will, 

Eelying on his promise still. 

J. Angelus, d. 1677. 


Vain world, forbear thy pleading ! 

I bid thee now — adieu ! 
Thy course, to ruin leading, 

No longer I pursue, 
In heav'n is bliss forever, — 

My wishes thither go ; 
There God will crown with favor 

Who love him here below. 

2 With counsel now supply me, 

Dear Savior, lest I stray ; 
If sorrows here must try me, 

On thee my courage stay ! 
From pangs protracted, spare me, 

And soothe my throbbing heart ! 
By sight of bliss prepare me, 

Then bid in peace depart ! 


3 If danger cloud my spirit, 

Let thy dear cross but shine, 
I will do longer fear it, 
But ev'ry care resign : 

Nor will I shrink to suffer, 

If then my faith may see 
The victim thou didst offer, 

In dying, Lord, for me. 

4 My soul is feeble, — hide it 

From all that would annoy ! 
Through vales of darkness, guide it 

To realms of light and joy ! 
Ilis way is safe from error, 

Who learns from Thee the road ; 
Ilis soul need feel no t error, 

Whose refuge is in God. 

5 Show me my name recorded 

Within thy book of lue, 
My lot by grace awarded 

With victors in the strife ! 
TTieirjoys in song are flowiog — 

And, when I rise above, 
My beart with transport glowing, 

I, too, will sing thy love. 

\ . II i bbdqu, In tiio plagoi 1C15. 



Here many wise and prudent grow, 

A name for knowledge gaining, 
And much of understanding show 

In things to earth pertaining : 
But he, whom Christ has taught, will choose 
A wisdom that the world refuse — 

The wisdom of the righteous. 

2 In God alone, for needed grace, 

He places his reliance ; 
To faith his heart accords its place, 

And yieldsaglad compliance; 
His Savior's word and life heknows, 
And then, by words and living shows — 

The tvisdom of the righteous. 

3 Let all the wisdom earth has taught 

Together be united, — 
Can it avail to cleanse the spot 

By which the soul is blighted? 
This work of pow'r is only done 
Through faith in God's beloved Son — 

The wisdom of the righteous. 

4 Man's wisdom — Will it fear allay 

Wheo Death shall o'er him hoverl 
r, Can it teil how near the day 

When dust his dust shall cover ? 
Here darkness fills the wise with grief, 


One thing alone can work relief — 
The luisdom of the righteous. 

5 The worldly wise would gladly waive 

All thoughts of Death, and dying ; — 
Their wisdom, bounded by the grave, 

No hope beyond supplying. 
The gospel, gleaming through the night, 
Brings immortality to light — 

The wisdom of the righteous. 

G Dear Savior, make me good and wise ! 

Thy mercy spread around me ! 
The world and flesh against me rise, 

With errors would confound me : 
O keep me safely in the road 
That leads to glory and to God, — 

Then, crown me with the righteous ! 


Love, honor, thanks, to thce we raise, 
For, Jesus, t hon art worthy ; 

Bllt worthy tri hüte to thy j>raise, 

\\ r ho, Lord, can bring before thee! 

Ijc light aroee, tliy glory Bhone, 

Thy seif God's equal, onlj Soo, 
The glory of the i [ighest 

Thine is \\w kingdom, — thine the pow'r, 


O'er all thou rulest evermore, — 
To all, thou all suppliest. 

2 They're thine — for By whose sov'reign might 

Creation — has it standing ? 
When man and angels burst to light, 

Who spoke — "live ye ! " — commanding 1 
Thou art the Word — unchang'd the same — 
By which the world to being came, — 

All that has life and motion ; 
What'er \ve see, what lives unseen, 
Whate'er the earth and sky contain, 

What shelters in the ocean. 

3 And yet to us how strangely good ! 

For our sakes hither Coming, 
And to thyself our flesh and blood, 

With ready will, assuming ; 
What shame and grief to thee it cost 
To seek and rescue what was lost, 

The curse for us enduring ! 
A love like thine, none shows beside, 
For sins our own, thyself hast died, 

Thus life for us procuring. 

4 Thou gavest life, — thou givest still, 

On high in glory seated ; 
Thou savest us from Satan's will, 

With all our sins remitted, — 
While thy delight from bonds to free 
And cheer the heart that trusts in thee, 


Excites our joy and wonder. 
Of weary souls thou art the rest, 
And them, who with thy love are blest, 

Naug'ht from thy love can sunder. 

5 Thou hearest when thy pcople pray, 

And stillest their complaining ; 
Till earth and sky shall pass away. 

Thy care for them retaining. 
We are thy chosen h er i tage, 
Let endless thanks our hearts engage, 

For thy distinguish'd favor : — 
To thee, O Lord, my all I give, 
Grant that l here for thee may live, 

Then live with thee forever! 

P. F. niLLER, (1. 17G9. 


I love thee, Lord, with love sincere, 
And pray thee ev< r to be near, 

Thy needed graoe bestowing; 
The universe, I prize it not, — 
Things here — abovc — alike fbrgot, — 

W'lnlr thou thy love art showing. 
And when with griefi 1 am oppress'd, 
r J\> thee alone 1 look (br rest: — 
Nor let it, Bavior, e'er l>c said 
Thy Uood forme was vatnly BhecL 
Lord Jesus ( hrist, 


I love thy name, My love infkme ! 
And never turn my hope to shame ! 

2 Who was it, but thy seif, who gave 
My body, soul — all that I have, 

And life — my term of trial ? 
For doing good I grace implore, 
That all I have may praise thee more, — 

Nor wüt thou give denial. 
O save me, Lord, from error's path, 
From Satan's wiles, from Satan's wrath : 
My heart with courage too prepare, 
That ev'ry cross 1 well may bear. 

Lord Jesus Christ, 
My King on high, At death be nigh, 
And teach thy servant how to die. 

3 May waiting angels, when in death, 
Sustain'd by thee, I yield my breath, 

Convey my soul to heaven ! 
My body sleep — no more to break 
Its rest, tili — all the dead to wake, — 

Th' archangel's shout is given. 
Then, from the dust with joy I'll rise, 
To hail thee Coming from the skies, 
On clouds ofmajesty enthron'd, 
And with eternal glory crown'i 

Lord Jesus Christ, 
My song of praise To thee TU raise, 
Nor cease to sing through endless days. 




All with Jesus are delighted, 

While he speaks of joys to come, 

Thinking that to them is plighted 
After death a happy home : 

But "The cross" — when he declares it — 

" None, but he who takes and bears it, 
" Can my true disciple be : '" — 
Few — how few ! — to this agree. 

2 All are pleas'd when — " Come ye weary ! " 

They can hear the Savior say : 
But 'tis language harsh and dreary — 

" Enter ye the narrow way ! " 
While u Ilosanna ! " inen are singing, 
All can lovc ; — but when is ringing — 

" Crucify him ! " — at the sound, 

Nothing more of lovc is found. 

3 While bis hands are food Blipplying, 

All with joy his bounty take ; 
When in anguish he is lying, 

None for his protection wake. 
Tlius inay JeSUS have OUr praises, 

While our hopes and joys he raises; 
But shouM he his favor hide, 
Love t<> him would not abide. 

4 Is thy joy in ( Ihriat arising 

From thy lovc to him alonc ? 


In his sorrows sympathizing, 

Canst thou make his griefs thy own ! 
Should he cease with hope to bless thee, — 
Should dark fears and doubts distress thee, — 
Still confiding, couldst thou say — 
" Jesus, thou art all my stay ! n l 

5 In thy seif, Lord, thou art worthy, 

All our love is but thy due : 
Saints and angels cry before thee — 

" Thou art holy, just, and true ! " 
Whoso, in thy bright perfections, 
Finds for him thy best attractions, 

Has, in loving thee, a part 

That shall satisfy the heart. 

6 What thy love and mercy offer, 

Loving thee would I obtain ; 
And, if call'd for thee to suffer, 

It will be my endless gain. 
Here my soul, in all its sorrows, 
Peace from thee, and com fort borrows ; 

And if joys from earth remove, 

'T is to flourish more above. 


Lord Jesus Christ, my spirit's health, 
My highest good, my only wealth, 
Whatever shall beticle me, — 


My heart's delight thou'lt ever be, 
No joy or sorrow shall from thee 
And from thy love divide me. 
Thou makest me to know thy way, 
Thy hand of mercy is my stay, 
It guides my course in all its length, 
In all my weakness gives me strength. 

Lord Jesus Christ, 
Be thou my light Throngh nature's night, 
And never hide thee from my sight ! 

2 My portion, govern'd by thy will, 
Reveals thy sovereign mercy still, 

And to my good is tending ; 
It oft my wish may strangely cross, 
But soon I see what seem'd a loss, 

In gain as strangely ending. 
' With weary steps, by dreary road, 
I yet may reach thy bright abode ; 
There, with the saints in endless bliss, 
To wear the crown of righteousness. 

Thou, Jesus Christ, 
Art my desire, All I require, — 
My wannest hopes to thee aspire. 

3 ()n thee alone 1 real my all, — 

Wilh thee, ti>r DOthiDg eise 1 call 

When eviis here opprese me ; 
Nay ! — what were heav'n aside from thee? 
y T would be b thanklesa gifl to me, 

Unh'ss my Bavior blesa me. 


What then has earth, without thy love, 
That could my soul's affections move ? 
Throughout the universe, beside, 
There's none in whom I can confide. 

Lord Jesus Christ, 
My life and peaoe ! My faith increase — 
That love and jöy may never cease. 

4 And were it so, that I beneath 
Shame, torture, agony and death, 

Must, soul and body, perish : — 
Should pains and fears still onward swell, 
Till all around me were a Hell, — 

My faith I yet would cherish. 
But thou wilt be my spirit's health, 
My chosen good, my only wealth : — 
And I too shall — must ever be, 
Both soul and body, blest in thee. 

Lord Jesus Christ, 
Thy word I take, And those who make 
Their trust in thee, thou'lt ne'er forsake. 

5 Who will thy gospel not receive, 
Nor, with the heart, in thee believe, — 

He must to woe be driven : 
Who for the world's vain pleasures lives, 
To these his heart and Service gives, 

Is all unfit for heaven : 
And he, on lusts of flesh intent, 
Who will not for his sins repent, 


Nor here on thee for mercy wait, 
Must cry for mercy when too late. 

Lord Jesus Christ, 
For nie appear! Why should I fear? 
To faith thou art forever near. 

6 I now would bind myself to thee : 
Thou, too, hast bound thysclf to nie, 

And hence my joy I borrow : 
My confidence on thee is fast, 
My Roek, that firm will ever last 

In joy and, too, in sorrow ; 
What thou hast done, thy deeds of grace, 
Shall fill my heart and mouth with praise, 
Till I shall rise to thee above, 
And see thee whom unseen I love. 

Lord Jesus Christ, 
Haste on the day, Nor longer stay f 
Come quickly ! Why so long delay ! 

E. NeUMUBTIB, d. 175G. 


( iood Shepherd and tender, 

Thy flock's great defender, 
Thy widMoatter'd Book are now Longing for thee. 

: Mid dangers they're Btraying, 

False guides are betraying, — 
llestore tlien thy presenee, and trotlblefi shall flee« 


O come, spread thy cover, 
While Storni s o'er them hover, 
And days are all gloomy with terror and pain : 
In green pastures feed them, 

By still waters lead them, 
And make them rejoice in thy favor again. 

Thy grace once were sharing 

The simple, way-faring; 
The languishing soul with thy mercy was blest : 

Where hope was now failing, 

Thy glad voice was hailing — 
u Come near, heavy -laden, and I'll give you rest ! " 

Thy church, in their dangers, 

Wilt thou leave to strangers ? 
Their hopes and their safety on thee must depend : 

The word thou hast spoken 

Can never be broken — 
" Behold I am with you until the world's end ! " 


1 On us, O Lord, in mercy look ! 

To pity now awaken ! 
How few and faint thy seatter'd flock, 

The pious are forsaken. 
Thy word among the sons of men 
Can little faith or notice gain, — 

They choose the paths of error. 

Psalm 12. 


2 By ev'ry false, deceptive art 

They strive to overreach us, — 
They loathe that Single, honest heart 

The word of God would teach us : 
While one in this way, one in that, 
But all alike our ruin plot, 

And all with fair disguises. 

3 To them the plagues of God are nigh — 

We warn them of perdition ; — 
All danger proudly they defy — 

" We scorn your adinonition. 
" The might and right are all our own ; 
" What pleases us, that shall be done, — 

u Wlio shall control our pleasure % " 

4 Thus saith the Lord — " I will arise, 

" My people much have sufFer'd ; 
" Before me come their frequent sighs, 

"And pray'rs in anguish offer'd : 
u My word shall still its Service do, 
"Their faith revive, their hope renew, 

ur riH i irjoy and peace restoring." 

5 Assüver, oft in furoace tried, 

Its valne but enliaiuvs, 
So they, wbo in God'b word abide, 

In grace shall make advancea. 
Afflictioo will their droes remove, 
Will search and purify their love, — 

Their li<rht shall "low the brighter. 


6 From evil mav our trials cleanse ! 

Still keep thy truth before us ! 
Nor suffer them who boast their sins 

To get dominion o'er us ! 
When foes of God the rule obtain, 
What shall the godless crowd restrain ? 

Protect, O Lord, thy people ! 

11 Luthee, d. 1546. 


Be not dishearten'd, little flock, 
Although thy foes may proudly talk, 

And threaten to destroy thee ; 
May seek and hope thine utter fall, 
Witb terror would thy heart appal, — 

They shall not long annoy thee. 

2 Fear not ! Thine is the cause of God,- 
'Tis He of vengeance wields the rod,- 

Leave all to his direction ! 
Confide in Jesus, his dear Son, 
Deliverance shall by God be shown, 

His word, too, find protection. 

3 As God, or truth itself is true, 
All, who the works of Satan do, — 

Who sin and falsehood favor, 
Must sink in everlasting shame : 
But God is ours ! and in his narne 

We'll vict'ry shout forever. 


4 In courage streng, thou little band, 
Of God and truth the foes withstand ! 

Thy triumph — He has told it. 
Believe Ins word ! — their purpose eross'd, 
Himself will rout their frighted host ; — 

Thine eyes, too, shall behold it. 

5 Amen ! Lord Jesus, we believe : 
Help us the proofs of faith to give, 

Thy vict'ry — to foresee it ! 
That we, thy little flock, may raise 
To God triumphant shouts of praise, 

And joyftd cry— " So be it ! " 

The first threo stanzas are ascribed to Gustavus Adolpüus, king of 
öwedeu: therest is from an unknown lnmd. 


Jesus, our Lord, when thou art near, 
The soul enjoya a sacred peace; 

Thy gracioua lookcalma every fear, 
And tbrills our tnortal frame with bliss 
And gratitude. 

2 Not that we see thy smiling fi 

And outward mien, with nat'ral eye, 
But Btill oursouls thy beauty trace; — 
For thou canst bring thy gloriea nigh, 
Thy form unsicii. 


3 In showing mercy, truth, and love, 
Thy readiness to pardon sin ; — 
To cleanse, to bless, to lift above 
And, as a friend, our hearts to win, 
Thou art reveal'd. 

[4 When round us earthly prospects smile, 

And pleasures their temptation spread, — 
Be near ! — lest these to sin beguile, 
Show us the path where thou hast led 
To better joys.] 

5 When sorrows rise, our souls relieve 

With mem'ry of thy vict'ry won ; 

This shall our drooping hopes revive, 
And thus thy presence, with us shown, 
Be seen by all. 

6 Be ever near us, gracious Lord, 

To all our trials suit thy eare : 
And happy in thy kind regard, 

By faith and love would we prepare 
Near thee to shine. 

C. Geegoe, d. 1801. 


"VViiy is my heart so far from thee, 
Thou only source of pleasure ; 

While fear, and toil. and grief to nie 
From care permit no leisure ? 


O leave me not in hopeless night, 
Nor hide me, Father, from thy sight 
AYhere spirits are rcjoicing. 

2 Thick darkness hcre is spread around, — 

And must I struggle ever 
For light and peace, — yet all be found 

A fruitless, sad endeavor ? 
With sin the never-ceasing strifo, 
The burdens of this niortal life, 

To dust my soul are sinking. 

3 Too weak am I, by strength of mine, 

Where dwell thy joys, to tower ; 
Too weak, where hosts of darkness join, 

To quell their prince's power. 
Within, around, I trouble see, — 
Where look for help ? — O God, on thee 

Alone is my reliance. 

4 With humble faith upon thy word, 

]\[y all in all I take thee ; 
Be thou my Rock, my shield and sword ! 

I never will fbrsake thee: 
Though sin my bouI baa oft defil'd, 
Through Jesus, I am yet thy child, 

And Tbou, my gracious father, 

5 The virtVv thou will guide: — 'tis well! 

The Btrife Fll dread n<> longor: 
Of fears — Do more would dare to teil, 

The weak shall pTOVe the stronger. 


Thou will to me thy presence grant, 

And, with thy smile, I nothing want 

For earth, or yet for heaven. 

G. B. Funk, d. 1314. 


Remember Jesus, God's dear Son, 
My soul, — 't'was thy salvation, 

That brought him from his glory down 
To live in humble Station. 

Forget him not! — 'twas for thy good 

He took upon him flesh and blood, — 
O thank him tbr this mercy ! 

2 Remember Jesus, God's dear Son ; 

For thee his griefs were suffer'd ; 
His death has thy deliv'rance won, 

And life to thee is offer'd ; 
The agonies by him endur'd 
Eternal joys for thee procur'd, — 

O thank him for this mercy ! 

3 Remember Jesus, God's dear Son ; 

He, from the dead awaking, 
In pow'r at God's right hand is shown, 

Death's gloomy bondage breaking ; 
From sin and death he sets thee free, — 
In serving him is liberty ; — 

O thank him for this mercy ! 


4 Remember Jesus, God's dear Son ; 

The crpwn of vict'ry wearing, 
Back to his glory he has gone, 

A place for thee preparing : 
That thou, in glory too, may see 
His honors and his majesty — 

O thank him for thls mercy ! 

5 Remember Jesus, God's dear Son ; 

'T is he our doom will render ; 
When saints with favor he will crown, 

With wrath, the bold offender : 
Be earnest now to gain the prize, 
That thou with him above may rise, 

To thank his grace forever. 

6 O graut me, Jesus, God's dear Son, 

That, in thy love abiding, 
I ne'er forget what thou hast done, 

But, in tliy strength confiding, 
May, through thy death, be dead to sin : 
And, through thy life, the vict'ry win, 

To reign in life eternal ! 

C. Günther, d. 1704. 


Jesus, help conquer! Thou Prinoe everliving, 
See jiic oppress'd ander sorrow8 and fears! 
Weak is my arm, and my hearl is misgiving, 


Frightful the force that against me appears : 
Savior, stand by me ! — without thine assistance, 
How can I hope for success in resistance ! 

2 Jesus, help conquer! My lusts — O subdue them ! 

Nor in my flesh leave them longer to reign ! 
Works of the Spirit — I now would pursue them, — 

Upward my course to thy glory maintain. 
Strengthen the will, and suceeed my endeavor, 
Body and soul shall rejoice in thy favor. 

3 Jesus, help conquer ! — I still must bewail me, 

While my offenses keep ever m view. 
Help, when the past and its follies assail me, 

Conscience the mem'ry of these would renew : 
Give me to taste of the joys of thy pardon, 
Then shall my soul of its guüt lose the bürden. 

4 Jesus, help conquer ! Yain eise all emprises 

'Gainst the arch-foe with his cunning and might, 
None but thyself can äetect his disguises, — 

Satan seeins ofteo an angel of light. 
Seeking my life — such his art to deceive me — 
All would be lost, if alone thou should leave me. 

5 Jesus, help conquer ! When sin that's indwelling, 

Selfishness, envy, or pride I discern ; 
When I my slavery to passions am feeling, 

"When, with my ruin, my weakness I learn, 
Longer compliance — O help me deny it ! 
Sin, with its strength, by thy cross erucify it ! 

128 Hnon from TnE german. 

6 Jesus, help conquer ! — nor yield me to terror, — 

Infidel science exults in its lore, — 
Truth, by wrong colors, confounding with error ; 

Show to me now thy own wisdom the more ! 
Cherish my faith in thy word, and its merits ! 
Teach me to judge, by first trying the spirits ! 

7 Jesus, help conquer ! While watchful I'm praying, 

Shepherd from sleep and from sl umbering free, 
Thy intercession my courage be staying ! 

Hast thou not promis'd to make it for me? 
When too, at night, by fatigue Fm o'ertaken, 
Lord with thy presence my spirits awakcn ! 

8 Jesus, help conquer ! — When, other hopes waning, 

Press'd with my wants, I my nothingness find, 
Strength scarcely left me for pray'r, or complaining, 

Lonely I stray like the poor timid hind, — 
Then let on thee my reliance be single ! 
Sighs can prevail, if thyself with them mingle. 

9 Jesus, help conquer ! Be thou my defender ! 

Give me the victory over my foes ! 
Honors forever to thee will I render, 

Thou art the ohampion none can oppose. 
High shall thy name with glad praises be sounded, 
Where thou art Bhowing thy graoe so unbounded. 

10 Jesus, help conquer! — wc, too, victorious, 
Worthily guests to thy supper raaycome, 
Tbento behold thee in victory glorioua, 

There 'mong thy jubilant host finding room; 


While all thy foes are cast out and despairing, 

We shall be there, crowns of righteousness wearin<r. 

J. H. Schroedee, d. 172$, 


The Lord, to whom I pleaded, 
Has sent me what I needed, 
His constant grace I own. 
My strength all help denied me, 
But Jesus all supplied me ; 
His arm 111 trust, and his alone. 

2 Of my escapes from dangers, 
Mid friends, or foes, or strangers, 

Would I the number teil, — 
My heart, with love o , erflo^Ying, 
Its faith to rapture growing, 
Proclaims " The Lord doth all things well ! " 

3 My glad and thankful spirit 
Can never reach thy merit, 

Thou holy One and true ! 
But praises and thanksgiving, 
As long as I am living, 
Shall crown thy name with honors new. 

4 Be thine my ev'ry treasure, 
Without all stint or measure, — 

I naught withhold from thee : 
Or aught, if I would spare it, 


From me in mercy tear it, — 
Thyself be all in all to me ! 

5 On thee my wishes centre, — ■ 
Forbid tbat seif should enter ! 

I would in thee be lost : 
For thou of all art worthy, — 
O may I live before thee, 
And in thy love forever trust ! 

6 In kindness, do thou teaeh me 
How best thy smiles may reach me, 

Thou Prince of inatchless grace ! 
Then, with thy smiles to nerve me, 
While soul and body serve me, 
1*11 task them both to show thy praise. 

7 My pledges — 1 repeat them, — 
O make nie true to meet them, 

While time for me shall last! 
From ev'ry illwithhold me, 
And by thy spirit mould me 
For life with thee, when Time i* past! 

J. L. Jok<;ens, (Missionary to W. Imlirs,)d. 1S27. 


W'jio, Lord, has any good whatever, 

That docs not from thyself proceedl 

Of all good gifls thou art the giver, 

Bupreme in oounsel and in deed. 


In all our wants, with humble pray'r, 
Thou biddest us to thee repair. 

2 Obeying, I would now implore thee, 

And, while my many sins I own, 
I courage take to come before thee, 
Since for me intercedes thy Son. 
On Him alone my hopes I place, 
While 1 invoke thy needed grace. 

3 Grant then to nie, as thou approvest, 

All that befits a child of thine : 
None loves me, Father, as thou lovest, 

None eise can meet such wants as mine : 
From sin, from slavish fear release, 
And bless my soul with holy peace. 

4 Grant me a faith shall never feil me, 

One that shall always work by love ; 
To rob of this should foes assail me, 
May it in me new courage move, 
More boldly for the truth to strive, 
And more by faith on thee to live. 

5 Give me a conscience unofTending, 

And prompting only what is right, 
A heart, to duty's call attending, 
As ever open to thy sight : 
And when I err, so chasten me, 
That I a father s love may see. 


G A heart that, in my days of gladness, 
May nevcr from thy fear decline ; 
A heart that, under clouds of sadness, 
May still submit its will to thine ; 
A heart that loves to trust in thee, 
And patient too, create in me. 

7 All eise thou seeest good — bestow it ! 

What 't is I need thou knowest best : 
All hope of good — to Thee I owe it, 
My weakness on thy strength I rest : 
Thy constant guidance I require, 
For this O strengthen my desire ! 

8 While days and months away are stealing. 

Give grace my life for thee to spend ; 
Death often to my thoughts revealing, 
Then bring the day my life shall end : 
That day will but my soul remove 
From earth, to live with thee above. 

J. S. Diktkrich, d. 1797. 


All our hope on Him's suspendod, 
Who from the skics to earth descended, 

And bought us with his preoious blood. 

We are his, both Beah and spirit, 

Our highest love his favors im rit, 
In 1 lim is treasurM evYy good. 


Lord, take us for thy own, 

Our faith with glory crown ! 
Ever near thee 
Give us a place, Where endless grace 
Is beaming from thy smiling face. 

2 Not our choice, nor our endeavor 

Has earn'd for us thy pard'ning favor, — 
'T is due to sov'reign grace alone : 
Strength of ours cannot avail us, 
And all success must ever fail us 

But that in which thy strength is shown. 
Our earthly hopes restrain ! 
For poverty is gain, 
Winning heaven. 
Who trusts thy care In self-despair, 
And bears thy cross, — has riches there. 

3 Lord ofharvest ! — Hear, we pray thee ! 
— And, pray ing thus, we but obey thee, — 

" Now to thy field more reapers send ! " 
King ! — thy heralds send, inviting 
As guests, all who, in grace delighting, 
May wish thy supper to attend. 
They, only they, find rest, 
Who there with thee shall feast 
In thy glory : 
Where care shall cease, And perfect peace 
Forevermore the soul shall bless. 

4 Look upon the millions lying 

In shadesof death, and hopeless dying. 


Dividcd from thy kingclom far : 
Age on age the gloom unbroken, 
To them no gospel has been spoken, 
Their night has known no morning star. 
Thou Light of truth divine, 
Upon their darkness shinc : 
Pray thee, Jesus, 
Go on before, Our way explore, 
And set for us an opcn door ! 

5 We, what thou hast donc and suffer'd, 
What sacrifice for thcm was oflfer'd, 
The wonders of thy dying love — 
Will to them be ever telling, 
Still on thy cross of merey dwelling, 
Till kindred grief their bosoms move. 
For mighty is thy word, 
And pierces, as a sword, 
Soul and spirit : 
Thy yoke of ease, Thy Spirit's bliss — 
And, too, we'll teil of paradise. 

G Works, for thee most glory winning, 
Are oft despis'd at their beginning; — 
What though we are frail worms of dust? 
Thou will ever be beside us, 
Thy strength sustain, thy wisdom guide us,— 
In thee alone we put our trust. 
The mustard-grain will grow, 
Till it a tree sliall show 
Widely spreading; 


For thou, Lord, Wilt be its guard, — 
For this we plead thy gracious word. 

A. Knapp, b. 1793. 


Our blessings come, O God, 
From thine exhaustless treasure ; 

Of earthly good our shares 
Are portion'd at thy pleasure. 
Grant to my body, Lord, 
A health that may endure, 
And to my spirit give 
A conscience that is pure. 

2 May I too strive to learn, 
By ceaseless Observation, 

How best I may perfbrm 

The service of my Station : 
Wherever duty leads 
May I delight to go, 
On all I undertake 
Thy Messing, Lord, bestow. 

3 Keep me from saying what 
May after need recalüng; 

Guard me, lest idle worcls 
May from my lips be falling; 
But when my duty leaves 
For silence no pretense, 


O makc me wise to speak 
The truth without oflensc. 

4 TVhen danger shall arise, 

I w ou Id not too much fear it ; 
My cross, whate'er it be, 

O give me strength to bear it. 
May I the rage of foes 
By gentleness subdue ; 
And, when I counsel need, 
May I the best pursue. 

5 .With all around, may I 

To peace and love incline me, — 
As by the Savior taught. 

And if thy hand assign me 
Increase of earthly störe, — 
To all I thus obtain, 
May thcre be nothing join'd 
Of an nnrightcous gain. 

6 And if old age I reach, 
Ere life od earth is ended, 

And must its trials meet 
With all its weakness blended,— 
Againsl the sius of 
Awake my jealoua care, 
That I gray hairs may thus 
A crown of glory wear, 

7 And Jet me die at last 
My Christian iaith professing, 


Take then rny soul to thee, 
To share et e mal bl essin g : 
And to my body give 
Among thy dead a place, 
Thai:, as their ashes sleep, 
Mine too may sleep in peace. 

And when thy saints shall rise, 
Then, Jesus, I implore thee, 

Complete in righteousness, 
May I appear before thee ; 

And hear my Savior say 7 

In voice of tender love, 

w Come, ye redeem'd, and share 

u My perfect joys above ! " 

J. Heermank, d. 164T. 


Now in thy presence J appear, 
O Lord, my supplieations hear ! 
The record of my crimes efface, 
Thou God of mercy and of grace ! 

2 A heart that's pure, create in me, 
A heart to love and honor thee, 

An humble heart of thanks and praise, 
A heart to trust thee all my days. 

3 Be thou my help when dangers rise, 
On thee I rest my waiting eyes : 


Nc Qls cao do m :m, 

irded by thy firiendly arm. 

f and bopes are in thy hand, 
From tfaee, au th&: iiid ; 

_- . L : ?. d. 
ure instmctiöDs of thy word. 

5 Thy name — that it : lelight, 

O keep it ever in : 
11 raith — that it may work 
L I vorks of iaith be my employ. 

ij pathof daty teä — 
That, learnir _ :oreach, 

In what I do, the perfect rule 
.rtue taoght os in thy schooL 

h my own str. _ Pm all unfit 
The trials of the world to meet : 
Bot, with thy strength to bear nie th: 
Can meet them, and can conquer too. 

: earthly good, to make me blest, 
L >rd. just what thou 
Of envied wealth I ask no rf : _-. — 


Ibe boonties tboo to me shalt I 

Theo when thy bountie? 


10 I health implore, for doing good, 
For serving thee with gratitude : 
But for my health would never take 
Such care, as duty to forsake. 

1 1 Ever a faithful friend supply, 

To cheer my way to joys on high ; 
One who, that both for God may live, 
Shall eounsel and example give. 

12 Should thou old age to me as^ign, 
And should its evil days be mine : 
May still my trust in thee abide, 

N >r clouds of age thy mercy hide. 

13 And when my life on earth shall end, 
Do thou my dying couch attend ! 

Be then, through thy dear Son, O Lord, 
My life, my great reward ! 

C. F. Gelleet, d. 1769. 


God, my Creator, and my Lord, 
Thou Father of my spirit, 

To me thy eonstant grace afford, 
Or life — I well may fear it : — 

Xay, e'en while living were I dead, 
And in my sins must perish ; 

Whoso with Christ, the living bread, 


Shall fail his sonl to nourish, 
Must sink to death eternaL 

2 On me, thy feeble child, bestow 

Thy help ! — through life direct me ! 
Make me in holiness to grow, 

From sin and shame protect me ! 
With ceaseless guard my Ups inclose, 

That not a word may leave them, 
Which might thy people's good oppose, 

Or by its folly grieve them, — 

Or word thy love offending. 

3 Control me, Lord,1ii what I hear ! 

For, in this world degraded, 
Above all eise, 't is by the ear 

Thy kingdom is invaded. 
When scoffers speak their venom'd tale, 

Forbid my heart to listen ! 
Their pow'r of mischief thus will fail, 

Nor I with them shall hasten 

To ruin that is endlcss. 

4 My sight from guilty pleasures hide, 

Lest it to sin beguile me! 
The wanton gaze, the L. r laiictM>f pride, 

These — never let defile me ! 
What worth and tnodesty approve, 

What angel eyes might covet, — 
What Thou canst look upOD with love — 


That — teach mine eye to love it, — 
The scenes of crime abhorring. 

5 With slaves of wine or pamp'ring food 

Permit me not to revel ! 
Thy service be my chosen good, 

While they evil. 
Their joys the appetite inflame, 

To ruin onward leading. 
Till pleasure's false delusive name 

Allures their souls, unheeding, 

To death that wails forever. 

P. Gerhard, d. 1676. 


My comfort here, in all that tries me, 
Is found in praying to my God : 

This, in my weakness, strength supplies me, 
And cheers the roughest, darkest road. 
In ev'ry toil, in ev'ry grief, 
'Tis pray'r aff>rds my best relief. 

2 Where can I peace or hope discover, 

When conscience to its duty wakes, 
And all my sins recounting over, 
The scourge of retribution shakes ? 
No other hope or refuge near, 
To God for mercy I repair. 

3 And must I meet the scorn of scoffers, 

If I with sin will not comply ? — 


My soul its pray'r in secret offers 

To God for grace. He hears my cry ; — 
A father's love from fear relieves, 
And courage for Ins Service gives. 

4 I would not for revenge be seeking, 

Should any fpr my inj'ry seek ; 
Nor ever mcet with evil speaking 
Those who of me may evil spcak ; 
All my revenge shall be the pray'r 
That they with me Ilis grace may share. 

5 And when a trouble may distress me 

For which the world I cannot blame, 
I, to a God who hears, address me 
For his supp :>rt to bear the same. 
From griefs, which we to Ilim confide, 
His mercy he will never hide. 

6 And, for the duties of the oalling 

To me by providence assign'd, 
I strength implore, befbre him falling; — 
Nor plead in vain. The strength I lind: 
r T is He that gives; — and II im I bless 
For strength, and skill, and all snecess. 

7 Or, if an evil tust alarm me, 

Too weak my seif its rage to quell, 
I ask the I [oly ( )ne to arm me : — 
I [e oervea my heart to do his will ; 
Aul, strong in his resistless might, 
To victVy 1 maintain the fight. 


8 And when the shades of Death o'ertake me, 
Where none but God can render aid ; 
He in mv need will not forsake me, 
Nor Death shall make my soul afraid. 
Though voice should fail, my dying sighs 
Accepted pray'r to him shall rise. 

J. B. Millek. d. 1S24. 


Come, Holy Ghost, rule thou within ! 
'Tis thine by grace our souls to win : 
Inspire with sacred joy the spirit 
Of all who trust thy word and fear it : 
Thy light and truth hast thou sent forth, 
From East to West, from South to North, 
To bring, from ev'ry tongue and nation, 
A host to sing the great salvation. 

Hallelujah ! Hallelujah ! 

2 Thou Holy Light of truth divine, 

From God's own word yet brighter shine, 

That we thereby may better know him, 

And pay the love his children owe him. 

Thy teaching would we gladly learn, 

And never to another turn, 

Our souls to Christ alone confiding, 

In Him, who is our life, abiding. 

Hallelujah ! Hallelujah ! 

3 Thou Holy Portion, and our Eest, — 
Help us, that, with thy comfort bless'd, 


By troubles taught to prize thy favor, 
We may rejoice in thee forever ! 
By strength of thine our weakness raise, 
That, living, we may live thy praise, 
And, all the host of evil routing, 
In death may triurnph, fearless shouting — 
"Hallelujah! Hallelujah !" 

M. Luther, d. 1546. 


Thou God the Father, now in lovc 
And mercy, stand beside me ! 

Far from my soul my sins remove, 
From dread of vengeance hide me ! 

And by thy word show me the way 

That leads to everlasting day, 
Nor leave me here to wander. 

2 Guard me, Lord Jesus ; lvnder me 

Of self-deception wary ! 

keep me from hypocrisy, 
Long as on earth I tarry. 

1 now to thee in) soul oonfide, 
Thou Son of Gon v.ith mc abide — 

In living or in dying, 

3 Thou Holy Ghost, true wisdom'a souroe, 

Of liiith inv measüre heighten ! 

Sustuin me in fcrue wisdom's oourae, 

What's dark in mu eolighten ! 


Grant too that I my life may spend 
In holiness, tili life shall end 5 
And then depart to glory. 

Thou Three in One, the only God, 
What hopes or fears betide me, — 

O let them never from the road 
Of love and truth divide me ! 

My joys and griefs — a tangled maze, — 

Direct them all to show thy praise, — 
Then take my soul to heaven ! 


Thou Father-GoD, our souls sustain ; 
Of all thy foes the rage restrain, 
Who scorning Jesus, thy dear Son, 
Would hurl him from his holy throne. 

2 Thou Jesus, thy domin ion show ! 
Thyself the Lord of lords below ; 
Defend thy people weak and poor, 
That they may honor thee the more. 

3 Thou Holy Ghost, thy grace reveal ! 
Unite our hearts to do thy will ! 
Support us in the mortal strife, 
And raise from death to endless life ! 

[4 Now, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
Here teach us how to praise thee most ; 



And when our praise on earth is done, 
To praise above the Three in One.] 

M. Lutueb, d. 1546. 


For help, O whither shall I flee ? 

Who now to peace will guicle mel 
To none, dear Savior, but to thee, 

Can I with hopc confide mc. 
'Tis thine to givc the weary rest. 
The monrning soul in thee is blest, — 

Help, Jesus, the afllicted ! 

2 My sin, O Lord, is now my grief, 

Against my will it rages : — 
Thy grace alone can bring relief, 

While sin its warfare wages. 
All that I need is known to thee, 
And now a part myself can sce, — 

Help, Jesus, the sin-burden'd ! 

3 («ood Shephenl, bearest Ihou tlie weakl 

Sustain me in my weakness! 
Thou Great Physician of the sick, 

Heal thou my moral sickness! 
A prey to Death I helpless fall, — 
For health and Btrength t<> thee I call, 

Save, Jesus, or I perish ! 

4 Tu thosc who trusi thee — "Nothinc fear!" 

"1 am the Life ! " — ihou criest, 


Seeks not my soul, with streng desire, 

The life which thou suppliest % 
Through all my sorrows thou canst lead, 
In death provide for ev'ry need — 

Help, Jesus, the confiding. 

5 I would do good, but still I fail, — 
Must I thus always waver % 
What griefit gives thou knowest well. 

Who shall my soul deliver, 
And set the slave forever free 
From sin and death to live with thee ? — 

/ thank Jhee, God, through Jesus ! 

J. Xeaxdee, d. 1650. 


Ah ! when shall I be, from sinning 
And from wrong affections, free % 

When, the vict'ry fully winning, 
Be well-pleasing, Lord, to thee] 

I have still to own, with weeping, 

Sin his watch within is keeping, 
Still, füll oft, with eflbrts strong, 
Urges nie to do the wrang. 

2 Yet, in tirne of my devotions, 
Musing on thy sacred word, 
I have feit those sweet emotions 
Which to saints their bliss afford. 


Then I priz'd this holy pleasure 
Far above all worldly treasure, 

Wish'd a heart entirely thine, 

Warm with virtue all divine. 

3 Then too vow'd, füll purpose making, 

That I only thine would be, 
And, my inmost pow'rs awaking, 

From all evil would be free ; 
Thee my service wholly giving, 
Ever for thy glory living, 

Sin in all its forms would shnn, 

And the ways of God would run. 

4 But, alas ! — too soon, exerting 

Hidden pow'r, some passion rose, 
Marring, hind'ring, disconcerting 

EvVy good I might propose. 
Lures to pleasure, fears and troubles, 
111 examples, cheating bubbles, — 

These on ev'ry side assail, — 

And my schemes of goodness fail. 

5 Wrctchcd man ! — from evil turning, 

Vain my utmost strength appears; 
Then, with deepesl sorrow inourning, 

BVuitleaa, too, are all my tears; 

Sin afivsh Stands forth to brave me, — 
ls there Qone from sin to savc nie ? 

Thanks! — tny Gk)D, through Christ, will free 

From this load of misery ! 


6 Thou forgivest, God of mercies, 

Those who 'gainst their errors strive : 
They alone shall bear thy curses, 

Who in sin consent to live. 
May I not then hope for pardon, 
While I feel my sins a bürden ? 

Trusting to thy gracious care, 

Can I yield nie to despair 1 

7 Never cease thy kind protection ! 

Sin will new advantage seek, 
While, with unattain'd perfection, 

I must here continue weak. 
Keep me, Lord, from self-reliance. 
When Pm terapted, from compliance, 

That, in all sincerity, 

I may humbly walk with thee. 

S When I fall, make me observant, 

Careful lest I fall again, 
Haste to strengthen then thy servant, 

That my course I may maintain : 
Warn me ! — ever go beside me ! 
Daily on — still onward guide me ! 

Till I reach eternal rest, 

With thy perfect image blest ! 

BALTn. Mue^tee, d. 1T93. 



My Life is Lut a pilgrim-stand: — 
A trav'ler to my father-land, 
I seek the city with foundation, 

Whose builder, maker, is my Gon ; — 

And gaining there my West abode, 
Would evcr sing his great salvation. 
My Life is here a pilgrim-stand, 
Pm trav'Jing to my father-land. 

2 The hours of Life's uncertain day 
Haste on without a moment's stay, 

And, when once gone, are gone forever ; 

They bear me to eternity ; 

Lord Jesus, give me eyes to see ! 
Whate'er I need to know discover ! 

Nor let earlh's vain delusions hide 

Thee from my sight, my only guide ! 

3 No journey is without its cares ; — 
Life's journey too the spirits wears; — 

it is not all a path of roses. 

The road isnaiTow, — foesare strong — 
And oft entice me to the wrong; 

TIjo tangled thorn my way opposes; — 
O'er trackless wilds Pm forced to go, 
And, groping, toil my passage through. 

4 At. timea to me the Sun is bright, — 
That Sun [hat sheds its gracioua light, 


Alone to bless the pure in spirit : 

Then comes the roaring, raging storm, — 
So loud, terrific its alarm, — 

So dark, — I cannot help but fear it : 
But when I think of joys above, 
My terror yields its place to love. 

5 Thou, Jesus, once a pilgrim too, 
Wilt prove thyself a helper true, 

Of all my anxious cries, a hearer. 
Thy waming word in mind Fll keep, 
And, by thy guidance, ev'ry step 

Shall bring nie to salvation nearer. 

• My life and strength are waning fast, 
Lord, with thy consolations haste ! 

6 That I may grow in holiness, 
With stronger faith my spirit bless, 

And thus of stumbling make me heedful ! 
I daily fall — help me to rise, 
And, by each fall, yet more to prize 

Thy helping hand, so often needful : 
While, in this darken'd soul of mine, 
Thy beams of merey brighter shine. 

7 And while my heart, O God of grace, 
Shall feint \vith longings for thy face, — 

Prepare my soul for thy fruition ! 

Whene'er to earth my eyelids close, 

May I \vith thee enjoy repose 
Where sin and grief find no admission. 


Thy weary child bid thither come, 
To live with Thee — a blissful Home. 

8 My lot is here with strangers thrown, 
And by the world I'm little known ; — 
But there friends wait with joy to meet me : 
And there, with those I love the most, 
I'lljoin in song the angel-host, 
Whose glories with their welcome greet me. 
My Savior come ! no more delay ! 
And thither bear my soul away ! 

F. A. Lampe, d. 1729. 


We are but pilgrims here below, 

With loads of care oppress'd, 
While through earth's dreary vale we go, 

And vainly look for rest ; 
His way beset with griefs and fear, 

The weary wand'rer sighs, — 
He seeks, and ever hopes 5 t is near, 

The good that from him flies. 

2 Here is no father-land — no home, 
No re8ting-plaoe is here; — 
Por trial we are hither come. 
The soul pantfl with desire, 

But her desircs can nevcr fill ; 
And cares, that here are found 


The wounded heart of man to heal, 
Add torment to the wound. 

3 The pleasures which on earth we find, 

Are smoke, soon seen no more ; 
They're billows which the angry wind 

Is dashing on the shore. 
With toil we build, and then destroy ; — 

We oft new burdens choose : — 
And, what to-day we count our joy, 

To-morrow we refuse. 

4 The pride of Knowledge, falsely call'd, 

Oft leads our souls astray : 
The blind by blinder guides are told — ■ 

4; We've found a better way ! " 
Dear Savior, from thy throne above, . 

Set us from error free ! 
Grant us to serve thee here in love, — 

Then call us home to thee ! 

5 When faith thy promise humbly takes, 

And seeks thy will to do, — 
Clear light upon our pathway breaks, 

The world to guide us through. 
Thy Spirit send, our souls to save ! — 

Thy wisdom make our own ! — 
That we may rest beyond the grave, 

And wear the pilgrim's crown. 



1 The way of Christians leads through deserts dreary, 

And thorny is their read ; 
The mountain heights are fearful, steep, and weary, 
By which they rise to God. 

2 But, trav'ler, faltcr not ! — God's hand extended 

Shall guide and strengthen thee : 
Look onward ! — Where their earthly course is ended 
The crown of glory see ! 

3 This prize füll well deserves thy utmost striving ; 

Not worthy to compare 
Are trials which, ere to the goal arriving, 
The faithful pilgrims bear. 

4 Through all its straits would I still, uncomplaining, | 

The narrow way pursue : — 
What joy and thanks, — when, to its end attaining, 
I reach the garland too ! 

5 Oft now, while faith before my thoughts is bringing 

The victor's happy crown ; 
My rapturM soul her flighl from earth is winging 
( |) to the Savior's throne. 

C. C. Stuum, vi. 17SG. 



To lifo there leacls a narrow way, 
The only path to endless day ; 
Some few ad mit tan ce seek to gain, 

But, urg'd in vain, 
Far more reject it with disdain. 

2 These take the wide and beaten road, 
By this to meet a jealous God : 

To honor Christ, his word and name, 

They never aim ; 
But, scorning, — brave eternal shame. 

3 How precious, Lord, thy grace I find, 
To mould aright the wayward mind ! 
My guilty pride it made to bow, 

Else I had now 
With them been rushing on to woe. 

4 Still more and more teach me to love 
The way that leads to life above, 
And, by thy constant Service here, 

My soul prepare 
To reign with thee in glory there. 

5 While others waste their strength and health, 
To swell their störe of worldly wealth, 

I, to the Spirit having sown, 

With joy would own — 
u God is my portion, — God alone." 


G And while o'er land and sea they go, 

Tlirough storms of wind, of rain, or snow,— 
O'er mountains, Valleys, rocks and hüls, 

For countless miles, 
Led on by Folly's varied wiles : 

7 Would I, for Canaan's happy land, 
My wishes and my labor spend ; 
And here a pilgrim, day by day, 

In wisdom's way, 
As much untiring zeal display. 

8 And if the world my flesh shall feed, 
Lest fond indulgenee should succeed, 
Give me the grace to show his pow'r 

Whom I adore, 
And crucify my flesh the more. 

9 Make me in truth, what thou wilt prize ; 
'Twere vain for me to seek disguise ; 
But if thy light from me shall shine, 

The gift divine 
Will seal all other blessings mine. 

10 Assist my efforts so to live, 
As by my life the proof to give 
That in my soul thy Spirit reigns, 

And room retains, 
Where Jesus, too, a d well mg gains. 

11 But this, dear Lord, shall more be seen, 
When thou art fully forni'd within, 


*And angels at thy bidcling come 

To bear me home, 
A pilgrim never more to roam. 

12 Guide now my portion at thy will ! 
Thy work of grace in me fulfill ! 
Then, in thy image I shall rise 

To take the prize, 
And shout — " 'Tis finish'd ! " through the skies. 

W. F. Tafingee, b. 1691. 


Steep and thorny is the way 
On to life, — and most refuse it : 

Wiser far, — more blest are they 
Who with all its trials choose it : 

Happy, who its end attain, 

And the prize of glory gain ! 

2 'Bove all measure their reward, 
Who, tili death, are persevering ; 

Who from earth withhold regard, 
But, to Jesus still adhering, 
Firm in faith direct their eye 
Ever to the crown on high. 

3 He whom, though unseen, we love, 
He has won our prize so glorious ; 

From the cross, to God above 
' He ascended all victorious, — 


When "Tis finish'd!" he had cried, 
And for vict'ry first had died. 

4 Conq'ring Chief! — wo, void of fear, 
Follow thee, no toil declining ; 

Storms and night Surround us here, 
There the light is ever shining ; 
Dawn is beaming, seen by faith 
Through the gloomy shades of death. 

5 Onward, comrades, urge your way ! 
Let no fears or foes alarm us ! 

Look to Jesus ! — Watch, — and pray 
That our God with strengt h may arm us ! 
In our weakncss mighty shown, 
He gives vict'ry through his Son. 

S. G. Bürde, b. 1753. 


Jesus, my Lord and God, 
\\ hose glories noncean teil ; 
My spirit'ä life and strength, 
The great Immanuel ! 
Thy people thou dost form, 
And from their evil cleanse, — • 
Grant then, () Lord, to me 
Deliv'rance from my sine ! 

Confide in my promise! — confiding, be still ! 

Distrust not my power! — distrusf not my will! 

Behold, from afer 1 Balvation reveal! 


2 Ah, Yes ! my spirit's friend ; 
I feel I'm far from thee : 

O draw me to thy seif ! 

Eeveal thy pow'r in me ! 

A heart, O Lord, that's pure, 

Of all things wish I most, — 

But mine is all defii'd : — 

Alas ! must I be lost % 
Thou art not forsaken,— thy heart I renew : 
I am thy Redeemer ; remain to me true ! 
My perfect redemption in thee will T show, 

3 Redemption ! — I am yet 
By sin with fetters bound : 
And am I true? Alas, 
Fm fickle, faithless found ; 
And where is that new heart 
Should glow with love to God ? 
Guilt feel I more and more, — - 
My sins a heavier load I 

Thy pray'r I will answer : — in spite of all foes ? 
From sin I will save thee, — from Hell's fearful woes : 
TU do it — Who can the Almighty oppose ? 

4 'T is well ! I own thy grace, 
And in thy word con fiele : 
Hope shall my anchor be, 
Till safe in port I ride. 

Dear Savior, through my course, 
To me thy guidance lend, 


Till J at length shall come 
Where sins and sorrows end. 
Believer, be fearless ! — this anchor hold fast ! 
Doubt not ! — I will guard thee, tili dangers be past, 
And to a sure haven will bring thee at last. 


Most High ! with reverence to fear thee 
Is both our duty and delight ; 

None can with holy joy come near thee, 
But those who fear before thy sight : 
Work then, dear Father, work in me, 
By thy good Spirit, fear of thee ! 

2 May it preside o'er all my goings, 

Control my heart, direct my will ; 
Thus guarding me, in all my doings, 
From ev'ry known approach to ill : 
For, if the love of sin remain, 
All show of love to thee is vain. 

3 Grant that I cver may adore thee 

As One who all my actions seee ; 
And be afraid to do before thee 

Aught that would thee my God displease. 
^\ hat if the praisc of carth werc gain'd, 
If thee, great God, I should ottend ! 

4 Mayl, too, fear the Judgment Coming, 

Nor dare with scoffers to agree : 

srora from: the gekman. 161 

Despairing not, yet not presuming, — 
Nor arrogant in serving thee : 
Nor let thy grace be my pretense 
For blind or careless confidence. 

5 May I so dread all that would nourish 

The lawless appetites of sin ; 
So all the right affeetions cherish, 

That I through thee may viet'ry win ; 
And, when the conflict shall be past, 
May triumphwith thy saints at last. 

6 Maintain my conscience pure, unswerving, 

Fearless of shame or trouble here ; 
And this, my heart with courage nerving, 
For ev'ry trial will prepare : 
While nothing shall alhire, or fright 
My soul from choosing what is right. 

7 May rev'rence prompt all my reflections, — 

And still, wherever I may be, 
Direct in honesty my actions, 

From all disguise and feigning free. 
They who thus honor thee in heart — - 
None eise — with thee shall have their part. 

8 Thus may I fear thee while Fm Tiving ; 

Dying, Fll fear not death or grave : 
And then, eteraal life receiving, 

For which thy Son the purchase gave, 



Will rise to share thy joys abovc, 
Where all is light, and peace, and love. 

Benj. Scümolke, d. 173T. 


In thee, O God, I find my joy, 

Thou art my trust, — What can annoy, 

Long as thy love shall bless me ? 
Lord, I am thine, And thou art mine ; — 

Can any want distress me ? 

2 For thou hast choscn me by grace, 

And with thy saints assign'd my place, — 

The world in vain would hurt me : 
Thy mercy will Its measure fill, — 
Thou never wilt desert me. 

3 Thy patience too is strangely kind, 
Of daily sins I pardon find : 

To me, my guilt deploring, 
Thou bring' st ancw Thy Son tu view, 
My comfort thus restoring. 

4 Thou ari to me thebest offriends, 
Thal to ni v ev'ry want attends : 

None can thyself resemble ! 
Firm al my Bide Will thou abide, 
Though hüls and mountains tremble. 

5 Thou arl my light, my Uli', desire, 
My Rock:-*- nor can I more require 


That's found in earth or heaven. 
Lord, without thee, All eise to me 
Forjoy werevainly given. 

6 'Bove ev'ry good, thou art the best, 
On whom my highest pleasures rest ; 

In thee I live confiding : 
Ilere, and above, Lord, may our love 
Be evermore abiding ! 

7 Thou blessest me : — let foes revile ! 
Since, for my härm, their rage and toil 

Must prove all unavailing. 
While thou art near I will not fear, 
But sing with song unfaiüng. 

8 From thee is flowing endless peace, 
Its streams with pleasnre nowl trace, 

Thou source of true enjoyment, 
To where thy praise, Through endless days, 
Shall be my gl ad employment. 

9 To human eye has not appear'd 
What joys above thou hast prepar'd, — 

But faith cannot deceive me : 
There perfect bliss I shall possess, 
And of it none bereave me. 

S. Liscor, d. 1693. 




Whate'er God does, is fitly done ; 

To change my evil nature, 
He gave his Spirit through his Son, 

And form'd me a new creature. 
His mercy's sure, It will endure ; 

And, on this firm foundation, 

I rest me for salvation. 

2 WhaCer God does, is fitly done ; 

And right his sov'reign pleasure : 
Since he has made my care his own, 

FD trust his ev'ry measure : 
He is my God, — Through all my road, 

He knows how to sustain me, 

And in his Service train me. 

3 Whate'er God does, is fitly done ; 

He is my guide — defender ; — 
In varied forma his love is shown : 

To Hirn my will I rcnder 
In joy, or woe, — And time will show 

How well he has directed, 

And all my way protccted. 

4 Whate'er God does, is fitly done ; 

And all, for wisest reasons : 
By best of paths he leads me on, — 

E'en at the darkest seasons 
I find his grace In ev'ry place ; 


And, conscious of bis keeping, 
I change to joy my weeping. 

5 Whate'er God fitly done ; 

Of this I have assurance. 
True ! — here my life its course raay run 

Through dangers and endurance : 
Still, I shall share BBs loving care ; — 

His circling arms infold me, 

And, when I die, will hold me. 

6 Whate'er God does, is fitly done ; 

His cup — shall I refuse it, 
Because it is a bitter one ] 

He sees it best, — I choose it : 
And He at last Will give me rest 

Where duty has no trials, 

And needs no self-denials. 

Sam. Eodegast, (L 1T08. 


Eule thou my portion, Lord ; my skill 
I could not trust to guide it : 

To my Creator's gracious will 
I cheerfully confide it ; 

Thou by whose hands All nature Stands, 
Through all the days decreed me, 
My God and Father, lead me ! 


2 Thou sawest from Eternity 

IIow much would best befit me ; 
Didst fix what here my days should be, 

What joys und griefs should meet me. 
Why shrink my hearl ? Wouldst thou have part 

In faith's rieh blessings tenderM, 

Without faith's Service render'd? 

3 Thou knowest, Lord, my ev'ry want, 

And, ere my pray'r is pleadcd, 
Art ready my request to grant, 

As wisdom sees 't is needed. 
Thy love to me Is fatherly : — 

Be not my wish the measure, 

But, Fat her, thy good pleasure. 

4 Füll oft a course of wish'd suecess 

Prepares for sorrows — firmer 
Than any wrought by such distress 

At which we're prone to murmur. 
From earthly grief Death brings relief, — 

While chcrish'd iduls — failiug, 

Then bring remorsc and wailing. 

5 What 't is that forma our highest good, 

All know who wish to hear it: 
Nor honore, wealth, n<>r pamp'ring food 

Can cheer thedeathless spirit: 
But if thy word We will regard, 

We henoe may pleasurea borrow, 

To swectni evVy sorrow. 


6 What is life's glory here below ? 

Soon it will all have vanish'd : 
What is the grief we suifer now ? 

'T will soon be ever banish'd. 
Trust in the Lord ! For His reward 

To endless glory raises, — 

Ye righteous, sing his praises ! 

C. F. Gelleet, d. 1769. 


In all my plans, thou Highest, 
If counsel thou suppliest, 

My efforts may succeed : 
Bot ev'ry best endeavor, 
Without thy smile of favor, 

Can but to disappointment lead, 

2 No toil by day, nor sorrow 
From evening tili the morrow, 

Nor murm'ring aught avails : 
My goings I confide them 
To thee, my God, to guide them, — 

To faith thy mercy never falls. 

3 The path — would I oppose it % 
My heav'nly Father chose it 

And will its wisdom prove : 
Thou takest, or thou givest, — 


The same thou ever livest, — - 
And evermore thy name is love. 

4 Pursuing thy direction, 
FJ1 trust in thy protection, 

Amid Surround ing foes ; 
Thy promise, alvvays near me, 
With constant hope will cheer me, 

Till thou the promis'd good disclose. 

5 From sin's oppressive bürden 
Relieving me, thy pardon 

From wrath has set me free : 
Leave not my soul forsaken, 
If now by sin o'ertaken, 

But in thy patience chasten me ! 

G When night repose is lending, 
Or sun, the skies ascending, 

Brings back the toils of day : 
When ways of peril ofler, 
Or I the cross um. st sufier, 

r rhy wonl abides my spirit's s(ay. 

7 Co with me ! — and wherever 
1t be, — TU DOthing waver, — 

( ontcnt, will forward | 
\'<> thre&ten'd ill alarma me, 
Withstreogth thy presenoe arma me, — 

And will conduct mesafely through. 


8 With all thy will complying, 
For living, — or for dying, 

The whole to thee I leave : 
If thou to-day should call me 
To die — 't will not appal me, 

PH, undismay'd, the call receive. 

9 Be bis, my spirit, wholly, 
And trust his wisdom solely, 

Who has thy being bless'd : 
Whate'er on earth be given, 
Thy Father rules in heaven, 

Appointing what for thee is best. 

P. Flemming, before settiüg out with an embassy to Persia, 1635 . 


A tow'k of safety is our God, 

His sword and shield defend us ; 
His mercy too relieves the load 
Of evils that attend us. 
But the ancient foe 
Strives to work our woe ; 
Fearful power and art 
In him their force exert, — 
On earth he has no rival. 

2 By strength of ours naught could be done,- 
The strife füll soon were ended ; 


But fights for us that righteous One 

By God himself commended. 

Needs bis Dame be told ? 

Jesus — from of cid 

Lord of Sabbaoth, — 
Our God and Savior both, — 
He shall our souls deliver. 

3 Though devils all the earth should fill, 

Each gaping to devour us, 
This Savior would our tcrrors quell, 
And vict'ry guide before us. 
Prince of this vain world, 
Be thy fury hurl'd 
On our heads ! — 't were vain ! 
Ile will thy rage restrain, 
His smallest word subdue thce. 

4 His truth our fo es shall help to show, — 

For this no thanks they merit ; — 
Believing him we onward go, 
Ile clieers us by his Spirit : — 
Should they, in the strife, 
Quench ourjoys — and lifej — 
When their worst is done, 
For us the vict'ry 's won — 
De'll crown us then with gloiy. 

M. LuTHEß, CL 1546. 



Lord, I have trusted in thy name, — 
And Shall my hope be turn'd to shame 1 

Oi foes for this deride me ? 
Be thou my stay By night or day, 

To thee I still confide me. 

2 Incline to me thy gracious ear, 
Now for my rescue, Lord, appear, 

And hasten to deliver ! 
With danger nigh To thee I fly, 
My confidence forever. 

3 Beneath the shelter of thine arm, 
I'm safe from ev'ry threaten'd härm ; 

Nor would I fear to meet them — 
Should countless foes My way oppose ; 
But with thine aid defeat them. 

4 Be thou my strength, my rock and tow'r, 
My shield, my sword of matchless pow'r, 

My health, my soul's reliance ! 
If God be mine, Fll vict'ry win, 
In spite of all defiance. 

5 The world oft seeks, by artful lies, 
To lead astray ; — with fair disguise 

To ruin w r ould allure me : 
In mercy, Lord, My footsteps guard, 
And from itssnares secure me. 


6 My dearest hopes I leave with thee, 
My God, my God, turn not from me, 

To thee is all cominended ! 
Hear, Lord, my cry, And grace supply, 
Till dangers all are ended ! 

7 Now honor, glory, thanks and praise, 
To Father, Son, and Spirit raise — 

The God of boundless favor ! 
By him alone Our vict'ry's won, — 
Be His our songs forever ! 

Adam Reissner, d. 1568. 
A favorite hymn with Speneb, who used to sing it almost daily, and with 
head uncovered. 


Commit thy vvay, confiding, 

When trials here arise, 
To Hirn whose hand is guiding 

The tumults of the skies : 
T1tere ) clouds and tempests raging, 

Ilave cach its path assign'd, — 
Will God, for thee engaging, 

No vvay of Bafety find ? 

2 Trust in the Lobd! — lli^ favor 
Will for thy wanta provide : 
Regard his work, — and ever 
Thy work shall safe abide : 


When injuries o'ertake thee, 

Or self-inflicted care, 
Let not thy God forsake thee. 

He listens for thy pray'r. 

3 With eye that's never weary, 

The God of truth and grace 
Sees all that 's bright, or dreary, 

Befalling all our race : 
Of faith, whate'er opposes, 

He makes the cause his own ; 
And, when the conflict closes, 

Thy vict'ry shall be won. 

4 His way through nature reaches, 

Nor falls its steady course ; 
His goodness ever teaches 

Of good the only souroe : 
His skill, by naught impeded, 

Will what is best pursue ; 
All by his people needed 

His arm of strength will do. 

5 Should Satan league his forces, 

God's purpose to withstand ; 
Think not their rage and curses 

Could stay his lifted hand. 
When He makes known his pleasure, 

The counsel of his will, — 
That) in its utmost measure, 

Will he at last fulfill. 


6 Hope on then, weak believer, 

Hope on, and falter not ! 
He will thy soul delivcr 

From deeps of troubled thought ; 
Thy graces He will nourish, 

With hope thy heart employ, 
Till faith and love shall flourish, 

And yield their fruits of joy. 

7 Up ! up ! bid now to sorrow 

And all thy cares — u Good night ! " 
Why trouble seek, — and borrow 

A charge that 's not thy right 1 
Thou art not made inspector, 

How things should be to teil ; 
God is the sole Director, 

And orders all things well. 

8 The plan, to bis discretion, 

With all its parte resign ! 
Thou'lt lind, on its oompletion, 

The wonder will be thine — 
How, what by thee was noted 

As dark, now understood, 
Most wisely bas promoted 

J [is glory, and thy good. 

9 'Tis true, that, fora season, 

I [e ni;iy bis i, r iii> restrain, 

And leave thee roora to reason 

If all thy trnsL be vaiu ; 


Or, while thy hopes shall waver, 

And fears and griefs prevail, 
To ask — " Must then God's favor 

" And all his mercies fail % n 

10 But, if the trial ended 

Shall show thy love is true ; 
The love to thee extended 

Will show his wisdom too; 
From sorrows, that oppresa thee, 

He will thy peace restore ; 
And, by these sorrows, bless thee 

With heart to love hina more, 

11 Well bless'd, such graee reeeiving, 

God's children thus are known ! 
Now faith, with glad thanksgiving, 

Beholds the victor's crown ; 
Thy hand the palm braneh raises, 

God gives it thee to bear, 
And shout aloud his praises 

Who has remov'd thy care. 

12 The troubles, Lord, that try us— 

O bring them to an end ! 
With needed strength supply us ! 

Thy love to us commend ! 
That we, tili death pursuing 

The best, thy chosen way, 


May then, our life renewing, 
Praise thee in endless day ! 

P. Gerhard, d. 1676. 


As God shall lead Fll takc my way, 
Nor wish my own selection : 

The path He chooses eannot stray, 
Nor needs it my correction. 

His guidance I will ever keep, 

And cheerful follow step by step, — 
As child woald trust a father. 

2 As God shall lead PH follow still, 

Imploring his assistance, — 
Though far too often my seifwill 

Might wish to make resistance : 
Let God the way for me explore, 
And 1 will now, and evermore, 

His oounsel seek to honor. 

3 If God will lead me — 'tis enough, — 

On Hirn is my reliance : 
And let the road be smooth, or rough, 

1 yield a glad compliance. 
Into his haixls I all commit, 
To guide for me as seemeth fit, — 

For living, or for dying. 

4 God laads me — and my ev'ry change 

I leave to his good pleasure : 


Thongh Reason may pronounce it stränge — 

His course reveals the measure 
Of good, that He for me had thought 
Before I was to being brought : 

Can I refuse his guidance ! 

5 God leads me — I will true remain, 

Nor faith, nor hope shall waver : 
My spirit, if his strength sustain, 

Who from his love can sever ? 
With confidence I'll hold it fest, 
And ills, endur'd from first to last, 

Shall work my greater blessing. 

6 As God shall lead I'll onward go, 

E'en where Death's shadows lower : 
But Death shall prove a conquer'd foe, 

His terrors, lose their power ; 
For He, — my Savior, — will be there, 
Who died that faith might nothincr fear ; — 

This is my soul's sheet-anchor. 

L. Gedike, d. 1735. 


God is my light ! — Never, my soul, despair 

In hours of thy distress ! 
The sun withdraws, and earth is dark and drear :- 

My Light will never cease ; 
On days of joy with splendor beaming ; — 
Through nights of grief, its rays are glearaing, — 

God is mv light ! 



2 God is my trust ! — My soul, be not afraid ! 

Thy Helper will abide: 
u TU not forsake thee ! " — He has kindly said, — 

He's ever at thy side ; 
In feeble age will yet stand by thee, 
No real good will he deny thee : — 

God is my Trust ! 

3 His is the pow'r ! — Ile speaks, and it is done ; 

Commands, it standeth fast ; 
Ere hope of rescue is in nie begun, 

Behold, the work is past ! 
When we our weakness most are feeling, 
God loves to prove, his strength revealing, 

His is the PowV. 

4 The kingdom his ! — Throughout the earth he reigns 

With wisdom, grace, and might; 
The stars go on, and time its coursc maintains, 

Bencath his watchful sight ; 
In silence onward still proceediug, 
The univcrse obeys his leading, — 

The Kingdom his ! 

5 God is my shield ! — Of mc he takes the eare 

As none beside could do; 
He guards my head, — he watchee ev'ry hair, 
All dangen bringa nie through: 

While thousands, to vain helpers calling, 

On right and left are near nie falling, — 

He is my Sliiold ! 


6 God's my reward ! — Well pleas'd I onward go 

The path that he has shown : 
It has no trials but my God will know, 

When he awards my crown. 
1*11 gladly strive, the fight sustaining, 
Until in death the vict'ry gaining, — 

God's my Reward ! 

Hengstenbebg, 1825. 


God, to my soul benighted, 

Gave light and life to see : 
When earthly hopes are blighted,' 

He'll not abandon me ! 

He ever is the same ! 
As day successive changes, 
He for my wants arranges, 

Always the great / am. 

2 While human love or favor 

Soon cold or dead appears, 
His mercy glows forever, — 

He numbers all my tears, 

He softens all my grief ; 
From sin and dang'rous errors, 
From guilt and gloomy terrors, 

From death, he gives relief, 

3 God, with his love, has bless'd me ! 

Bereft of all besides, 


Upon his arm Fll rcst me : 
He my affliction guides, — 
Fll leave it to his will : 
My int'rests here, in heaven, 
To God the Lord be given, 
His pleasure to fulfill. 

4 It ever is his pleasure 

To work his people's good ; 
Twas goodness, beyond measure, 

Gave them a Savior's blood. 

He, who so much has done, 
Has said they shall inherit, 
In body and in spirit, 

All good through Christ his Son. 

5 Away the world is gliding, 

Its joys and empty shovv : 
A bliss, pure and abiding, 

On nie will God bestow. 

True! — life on earth shall dose, — 
But when, by grave invested, 
This weary Grame bas rested, — 

llü'll wake it froni repose. 

G My soul, already living 
In God's paternal band, 
Fit body then reoeiving 
For my Qew fether-land, — 
It shall my glory he, 
Where saints enjoy his ble«sing, 


To praise, with song unceasing, 
The Lamb eternaliy. 

7 Though now I sorrows suffer, 

Such as my sin requires ; 
My future prospects offer 

All that my heart desires 

Of joys that shall endure : 
Christ eye to eye appearing, 
My soul bis image wearing, 

My lot will be secure. 

8 It is the Father's pleasure, 

Who here assign'd our place, 
That now his Son's füll treasure 

Should yield us grace for grace : 

His Spirit He supplies, 
To us the pathway showing, — 
Of bliss that's ever growing, — 

To him let anthems rise ! 

9 Praise Him, with hearts and voices, 

"Who gave us all our pow'rs ! 
'Tis thus that faith rejoices 

To consecrate the hours ! 

The praise of God will prove 
On earth our best enjoyment, — 
Xay more ! — our blest employment 

In realms of peace above. 

L. Helmbo' 1 - 1 1593. 

183 hymss from: the german. 

95 god is true. 

Our God is true ! — Them he will ne'er forsake 
For whom his love he shows ; 

Our God is true ! — We shall his care partake, 
In all our joys and woes : 

His wings will spread their shelter o'er us, 

Though mountains quake, — earth yawn before us : 
Our God is true. 

2 Our God is true ! — He is a faithful friend 

We from experience know ; — 
And rest assur'd he will our souls defend 

From ev'ry watchful foe. 
His cov'nant love gives no denial 
To humble faith in hours of trial, — 
Our God is true ! 

3 Our God is true! — His promise he maintains : 

Lest we from life should stray, 
Our feet to guide where bliss immortal reigns, 

He onward lights our way. not man that he should faltcr, 
What he has spokc he will not alter. — 
Our God is true ! 

4 Our God is true ! — He has a father's love, 

In all he does is good : 
Our troubles here his faithful care will prove, 
When all is understood. 

In trials, grace and strength are growing, 


And theo, from these, good works are flowing. — 
Our God is true ! 

5 Our God is true! — 'Tis He who vengeance stay'd, 

And now removes our guilt 
Through his dear Son, who well the Law obey'd, 

For us his life's-blood spilt : 
His only Son for us was given, 
To save from hell, and fit for heaven. — 

Our God is true ! 

6 Our God is true ! — And we, forever his, 

Shall ever meet his care, 
Until we come to mansions in the skies, 

To life eternal there : 
And now with blessings he receives us, 
Through faith all needed grace he gives us : — 
Our God is true ! 

7 Our God is true ! — The watch, our father's eye 

Of all his children takes ; 
With pleasure sees when here his kind supply 

Their gratitude awakes. 
Would they despair ? — their hearts sustaining, 
He stills the voice of their coraplaining : 
Our God is true ! 

8 Our God is true ! — My soul, what wouldst thou more ! 

He is thy portion still. 
Let God be true — there's naught to fear — though störe 
Of falsehood earth should filL 


With hate let former friends assail thee, — 
E*en this shall for tliy good avail thee. 
Our God is true ! 

9 Our God is true ! — Never forget, my soul, 
How kind and true he is ! 
Be true to God ! — Let this thy life control, 

And be devoutly his ! 
From loving bim let nothing drive thee, 
And of this stay can none deprive thee, — 
" Our God is true!" 

E. Liebich, d. 17S0. 

96 TIIE christian's norE. 

Dear Savior, when I here am blest 
With prospect of that future rest 

Thy people shall inherit, 
And there, by faith, sce my abode ; — 
IIow light my cares ! — and all their load — 

llow easy 't is to bear it ! 
Then, too, the fond pursuits of earth 
Are in my view aa nothing worth; — 
ChasM by the dawn of endleasday, 
Its glories pass like dreams away. 

Lord Jesus Christ, Sure ground of faith, 
All this is owing to thy death. 

2 When, ealTd the change ofworlds to makc, 
My soul shall from its fetters break — 


Thou, from on high, be near me ! 

Thy rod and slaff be then my stay, — 
Throngh Death's dark Valley guide my way, — 

With hopes of glory cheer me ! 
The splendors of the world of light, 
Amid the all-surrounding night, 
Shall through the elouds of darkness shine, 
Eevealing what shall soon be mine. 

Lord Jesus Christ, With cheerful faith, :||: 
I then shall sweetly sleep in death. 

3 But should my heart, reluctant, shrink ; 
The cup of Death still fear to drink ; — 

My sins begin to number ; 
Then come the thought — u My Lord has died, 
" My sins — atoning blood shall hide, 

c; Nor God will more remember ! " 
The hope for sinners thou hast wrought 
Of life, — with nameless sorrows bought 
Which, God-forsaken, thou dielst meet, — 
'Tis this alone makes dying sweet. 

Lord Jesus Christ, My only faith, :|[: 
Do not forsake me at my death ! 

4 In hope my weeping eyes PH close, 
My flesh in earth shall find repose, 

Where my Redeemer rested : 
And He that died, from death to save, — 
His voiee will call me from the grave, — 

I know whom I have trusted. 


He lives ! — and foes I fear'd below, — 

The Grave and Death, — his pow'r shall know ; 

He lives ! — and I, with saints above, 

Shall know the wonders of his love. 

Lord Jesus Christ, My spirit's fliith, :||: 
For life prepare me by my death ! 

5 My confidence shalt thou remain 
Till thou on earth appear again — 

The tombs be rent asunder : 
Before thy throne I there shall be, 
The Judge of all the nations see, — 

Shall see with joy and wonder. 
Then will thy grace to me divide 
Aportion always to abide, — 
And I shall share — by promise shown — 
A glory lasting as thy own. 

Thanks, Lord, to thee ! With shouts I'll sing — :| 
" Where, Grave, thy vict'ry ! — Death, thy sting ! " 


When theij may chanoe to meet together, 
In whom thou, Lord, hast thineabode; 

Eacli will in eacfa Boon find a brother, 
Alike the purdiase <»i thy blood« 
Thy Spirit is their Bpirits 1 Btay, 
Their griefii and feara have paas'd away ; 


Of all their trust they count thee worthy, 
And love, and bless, and pray before thee. 

2 Though strangers to each other's faces, 

In person each to each unknown, 
They soon discern the Christian graces, 
And heart to heart is closely drawn 
By love to thee, — which rules with pow'r 
In all thy saints, from that blest hour 
When, wak'd frorn sin, in which they slumber'd, 
They were among thy people number'd. 

3 How warm and cordial is their greeting ! 

For with thy love each bosom burns : 
How happy, too, the fruits of meeting, 

While each from each thy praises learns ! 

Their inmost souls they now reveal, 

The glories of thy kingdom teil, 
Their guilt, ingratitude deploring, 
The wonders of thy grace adoring. 

4 The mouth of each is overflowing 

With that of which the heart is füll, 
While all, in hope, are onward going 
To see thy throne of endless rule : 
Here is thy presence feit, — and more 
Is learn'd of thee ; thy grace and pow'r 
Permitting them to taste a measure 
Of what shall form their endless pleasure. 

5 O may I always be united 

To such as would thy glory see ! 


By those who are with thee delighted 
Confirm yet more my faith in thee ! 
And from my heart, O Lord, remove 
Whatever would oflend thy love ! 
True vine, — do thou my spirit cherish, 
A branch that shall forever flourish ! 


Firm is my hope of future good, — 

By grace, and through my Savior's blood, 

I hope for life in heaven : 
To me my Father from above, 
A pledge of bis unfailing love, 

Faith in bis Son has given. 

2 What, Lord, can speak my joy of heart, 
To have in thy rieh grace a part, 

From which no force can sever ! 
My soul from sin has found a eure, 
And, resting on thy word, is sure 

To share thy love forever. 

3 Thy word, — that word of life and peace, — 
Makes every doubt and imirmur eease, 

lf we aright will hear it : 
It yields ufl comfort in our griefj 

In ev'ry trial bringe lvlief, 

Or Btremrthena ua to bear it. 

Hj.JO.xNO *1CUAL 11IÜ (jri^KALAN. 189 

Increase my faith and knowledge, Lord, 
By study of thy sacred word ! 

For this I'll here adore thee : 
Be it my light on all my way, 
And thus prepare me, day by day, 

To sing thy praise before thee. 

C. F. Gellest, d. 1769. 


Oh that I had a thousand voices ! 

A mouth to speak with thousand tongues ! 
Then, with a heart his praise rejoices, 

Would I proclaim in grateful songs, 

To all wherever I should be, 

What 't is the Lord has done for me. 

2 that my voice might high be sounding, 

Far as the widely distant poles ; 
My blood be quick with rapture bounding, 
Long as its vital current rolls : 
And ev'ry pulse thanksgiving raise, 
And ev'ry breath, a hymn of praise. 

3 Be not, my pow'rs, in silence sleeping ; 

Awake ! — inflame your utmost zeal ! 
Your strength in constant effort keeping, 
The praises of my God to swell : 


Soul, body, all your might employ ! 
Extol the Lord with sacred joy ! 

4 Ye trees ! — your growth his seasons nourish, 

Now wave and rustle to his praise i 
Ye flowrets fair ! — so soon to perish, — 
Your forms with beauty he arrays, — 
Let all your bloom now vocal be, 
And join the song of praise with nie ! 

5 And yet, should universal Nature 

Hear and obey my earnest call, 
Should I have aid from ev'ry creature, 

The strength would still be far too small, 
His greater wonders to unfold, 
Which all around me I behold. 

6 Dear Father, endless praise I render, 

For soul and body strangely join'd ; 
I praise thee, Guardian kind and tender, 
For all the noble joys I find 
So richly spread on ev'ry side, 
And freely for my use Bupplied. 

7 What equal praises can I offer, 

Dear Jesus, for thy inerey shown ? 
What pangs, my Savior, didsl thou Buffer, 
And Ums for all my Bins atone ! 
Thy death alone my soul could free 

From Satan, to be blest with thee. 


8 Honor and praise, still onward reaching, 

Be thine too, Spirit of all grace, 
Whose holy pow'r and faithful teaching 
Give me among thy saints a place : 
Whate'er of good in me may shine 
Comes only from thy light divine. 

9 Who grants immortal hopes to blessmel 

Who, bat thyself, O God of love 1 
Who guards my way lest fears oppress me ? 
'T is thou, Lord God of hosts above. 
And when my sins thy wrath provoke, 
Thy patience, Lord, forbears the stroke. 

10 Ikiss the rod too, unrepining, 

When God his chast'ning makes me feel : 
My graces call for his refining, 
The trial works no lasting ill : 
It purifies, — and makes itknown 
That He regards me as a son. 

11 In life I often have discover'd, 

With gratitude and glad surprise, 
When clouds of sorrow o'er me hover'd, 
God sent from them my best supplie^ . 
In troubles He is ever near, 
And shows me all a father's care. 

12 Why not then, witha faith unbounded, 

Forever in his love confide % 
Why not, with earthly griefs surrounded, 


Bejoicing, still in hope abide ; — 

Unlil I reach tliat blissful home 

Where doubts and sorrows never come ] 

13 No more low vanitiea regarding, 

To thee, in whom I find my rest, 
I cry — my inmost soul aooording, — 
" My God, thou art the Highest, Best ; 
u Strength, honor, praise, and thanks, and pow'r 
cl Be thine, both now and evermore ! " 

14 For all thy goodness Fll extol thee, 

While yet my tongue has strength to move; 
First object of my love enrol thee, 
Until my heart forget to love. 
When feeble lips no voice can raise, 
My dying sighs shall murmur praise. 

15 Accept, O Lord, I now implore thee, 

The meagre praise I give below : 
In beav'n I better will adore thee, 

When I an angel's strength shall know : 

There WOllld 1 Jea<l the saered choir, 

And raise tfaeir Hallelujahs high'rl 

John Mi:.NT/.Kn, d. 1734. 

100 THANKsi.lVINi;. 

Now to the Lord Bing praises, 

My soul, and bless liis holyname! 

From Death and Hell he raises, — 


What He has done for thee proclaim ! 
Thy sins are all forgiven,— 

With fear no more oppress'd, 
Thyself, with hopes cf heaven, 

Reposest on his breast. 
When threat'ning dangers try thee, 

On him thy load is cast ; 
All evil that comes nigh thee 

But works thy good at last. 

He has to us expounded 
His Law, most holy, good and just ; — 

His Grace, to those unbounded, 
Who on his faithful cov'nant trust. 
His wrath is soon abating, 

And lighter than our guilt ; 
His mercy, for us waiting, 

By kindness seeks to melt. 
When we with grief are turning 

From sin, — his rod he'll stay, — 
Far as the eve from mörning 

Will put our sins away. 

As throbs of pity move him 
Who hears his helpless children cry, 

So God, to them w T ho love him, 
Is in affliction ever nigh. 

He knows we're dust ; — that sorrow 
Makes our enjoyments brief, 

Like grass that fades to-morrow ; — 



That, as the fallinglcaf 
Before the wind now flying, 

And now forever gone, — 
So, feeble man is dying, 

His hasty course is run. 

4 Unchanging is God's favor, 
No portion eise remains secure ; 

But this abides forever 
To all who in his love endure. 
His truth has never falter'd 

To faith in ages past ; 
And never will be alter'd, 

While tinie and faith shall last. 
Then let us now be singing 

His praise, as angels do — 
To Hirn their honors bringing 

In praises ever ncw ! 

5 Be honor, praise and blcssing 
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost ! 

And pray'r — that Ile increasing 
Our love for what shall please himmost, 
We may, in faith abiding, 

Frora Ilim our oomfort find, 
And, in his Btrength confiding 

W'ith heart, and soul, and mind, 
()n earth may live before him, 

While Life endures, — and then, 

Wiih angels maj adore him 

Through endless life — Amen! 

PoLLuron, d. 1541. 



Siiall I not His praise be singing 

Who in glory reigns above : — 
Hirn my thanks and honors bringing, 

For the* blessings of his love ? 
Those, who with sincere endeavor 

Keep the way that He has shown, 

He will as his children own, 
Yielding them a father's favor. 

All things eise their time will last, 

But His love, when Time is past. 

2 As the eagle fondly hovers 

O'er its young defenseless brood, 
So my God froin danger Covers, 

Granting me all needed good. 
With a father's love he ey'd me, 

WheD began my infant days ; 

Ere my heart could mean his praise, 
He with watchful care supplied me. 

All things eise their time will last, 

But His love, when Time is past. 

3 Gifts from every side, to nourish 

Me, — lo ! at his bidding come : 
Hills for me with verdure flourish, 

Valleys, too, for me must bloom : 
Beast. and grain, and herbage tender, 

Fish, and fowl, and loaded tree, 

From the earth, and air, and sea, — 


All, their welcome tribute render. 
Gifts, like these, a father prove, 
God displays a father's love. 

4 For me, wretched — hopeless lying, — 

Worthy of his wrath alone, 
He to shame, and griefs, and dying, 

Gave his well beloved Son. 
Who the love of God can measure ? 
None of all our feeble race, — 
While, on ev'ry side, we trace 
Proofs that mercy is his pleasure. 
Great my sins, but high above 
Reaches his unbounded love. 

5 As my teacher, to direct me, 

He has sent his Spirit, too : 
Who, to com fort and protect me, 

Should his scheine of love pursue ; 
And, while I am sin bewailing, 

Give me hopc ; — in wvakness, strength; 

Light in darkness ; — tili, at length, 
1 might singhia grace unfeiling, 

And, though earthly griefs annoy, 

Triumph still with holy joy. 

6 Shall I, weary of oonfiding, 

Fear what ßhall the future bei 

Siiicc on earth Pve been residing, 
God has daily car\l for me, 

When 1 think what h? has sent nie, — 


Comforts for my earthly home, 
Pledges for the life to come. — 
What more need I to content me 1 
Shall I my own weakness fear % 
He, my confidence, is near. 

7 O how many Springs of sadness 

Has my God in mercy dried ! 
And how many streams of gladness 

To my soul has He supplied ! 
"When his purpose He's concealing, 

On his wisdom I will rest, — 

Still he's doing what is best, 
All my ills and anguish healing: 

His, a father's love to me, 

Has been, and will ever be. 

8 As a parent with affection 

Still regards an erring son, 
AVhom aside from his direction 

Some temptation may have drawn : 
So, for faults, the God of mercies 

Chastens them who sharehis love, 

Not in wrath, such as they prove 
Who despise his threaten'd curses ; 

But that chast'ning, understood, 

May promote their greater good. 

9 Now he tries them with distresses, — 

But in these his love is found ; 
Then at last in glory blesses, 


And with joy the victor's crown'd. 

They, who now in tears are sowing, 
Shall a joyful harvest reap: — 
Thougb, if need be, here they weep, — 

Soon, with rapture evcr growing, 
They before the throne shall praise 
Hirn who gnided all their ways. 

10 Since, Lord, by thy boundless favors 
Thou has shown a father's heart, 

Strengthen thou my weak endeavors 
Of a child to do the part ! 

What are sorrows here arising, 
If thou love me? And, for tliis, 
I renounce all other bliss, 

Ilopes and joys of earth despising : 
These but their brief time will last, 
But thy love, when Time is past. 

P. Gebiiaüd, d. 1676. 


To crown his griefs with (lue reward, 
God made his Bon creation's Lord ; 
Bids all the earth his sceptre own, 
And bow the knee before his throne; 

That all who live, should live to do bis will; 

And all that die, should seek his glory still. 

2 The sceptre of the Son is right, 
Grace, Merey, Peaoe in bim unite; 


His Ups the words of kindness teil, 

His yoke is mild ; nor will he fail, 
Where faith is shown, to make his promise good, 
His cov'nant seal'd with his own precious blood, 

The way of life he renders piain; 

And all may there an entrance gain 

Except the worldly wise, whose pride 

Cannot the humbling cross abide ; 
While none who enter but the way approve, 
And speak abroad their Savior's trnth and love. 

The cloud of witnesses is there, 

The skies their Hallelujahs hear ; 

Now Christ, their captain, goes before, 

As yesterday, for evermore : 
Long as the land and ocean shall endure, 
The train of faithful witnesses is sure. 

A part have enter'd into rest, 
And with their Fathers love are blest, 
Where Christ, the Lamb that once was slain, 
And all his saints forever reign 
In Zion's city — peaceful, pure abode, — 
Whose light and temple is the living God. 

They far around proclaim'd the word 
And wonder-working of their Lord : 
They urg'd to higher proofs of grace 
The brother loit'ring in his race ; 
Then leaving kindred and their homes, they sped 
O'er land and sea, where'er the Spirit led. 


7 God's service still they gladly ehose 
When BCöflfs, reproach and dangor rose ; 
Though scourg'd, and bound in dnngeon-night, 
They nobly strnggled in the fight ; 

Their faith and love the Holy Ghost sustain'd, 
Till arms of righteousness their vict'ry gain'd. 

8 They pilgrims were : — mueh shame they bore, 
As all unknown, — as weak, and poor, 

As sorrowful, — and doom'd to die, 
Deeeivers, — chasten'd from on high : — 

But strong and true, — with life, jöy, riches blest ; 

God knew them well : — they were of men the best. 

9 For such this world was far too low : 
The Son, before the Father, now 
Exalts these trophies of his love, 

To lead the choir of saints above : 
Where they, rqflecting back his light divine, 
In cloudless glory shall forever shine. 

10 Now too, in that screne abode, 

They reap wbat here in grief they sow'd : 
But wliat L8 grief, so quickly past, 
Compar'd withjoys that always last! 
Their souls the Lamb with living waters cheers, 
From cw^ry cheek hewipes away their tears. 

11 He still before his people goes; — 
When feara their progresa would oppose, 
He pointe to crowna of righteousness 

Which all his servants shall posscss, 


Whose love to souls can toil and danger brave, 
When toil and danger may the dying save. 

12 From rising to the setting sun, 
The work of mercy is begun ; 
The heralds invitation give 

For all to share the feast, and live ; 
Of many calPd a chosen few comply, 
But most, by far, without the message die. 

13 May, Lord, the love which thou hast shown, 
That we to all should make it known, 

First work in us to do thy will, 

Then, what thou wilt, bid us fulfill. 
If mov'd by love iike thine, — our mouth, and hands, 
And hearts, with joy, shall honor thy commands, 

14 Heathens, wherever they may be, 
And Christians, all are known to thee ; 
They all, good Shepherd, need thy eare, — 
Let all thy great salvation share ! 

Where sin prevails, let grace still more abound, 
Till, through the earth. thy praises shall resound l 

A. Knapp, b. 179& 


To us, O God, impart thy grace, 
Thy Holy Spirit sending ; 

So cheer us with thy smiling face, 
A pledge of life unending, 


That we may learn what thou hast wrought, 
What best will meet thy pleasure ; 

Then, of the bliss by Jesus bought, 
To heathens teach the measure, 
That they, too, may enjoy it. 

2 The heathen, from their idols free, 

Their thanks and honors bringing, 
And all the world, shall yet in thee 

Rejoice : with rapture singing — 
u Thou art our Ruler here below, 

" And sin no more shall lead us, 
"Thy word the path of peace will show, 

" With bread of life will feed us, — 

" And bring our souls to heaven." 

3 O when will all the nations learn 

To praise thee by well-doing ! 
The Earth to thee from error turn, 

Her tribes thy grace pursuing ! 
Now bless us, Father, and the Son, 

And bless us, Iloly Spirit ! 
By all to Thee be honors done, 

As well thy favora meril ! 

Amen, Lobd ! Hallelujah ! 

M. Lüthh, (1. 1646L 


Vi: people of the Lord, arise ! 

Whose wants are met with füll supplies 


Where Springs and brooks are flowing ; 
Look forth upon the heathen waste, 
Where millions on to ruin haste, 

Of peace or hope unknowing : 
Around them, all is parch'd and drear, 
While hüls and vales your prospect cheer. 

2 Think what is tolcl of Arab land 
Where pilgrims sink in sultry sand, 

While thirst to madness urges ; 
The mimic sea rolls wildly round 
The rocks, that scatter'd there are found ; 

Now, omvard move its surges : 
It comes — the deadly, fierce Simoom ; 
And desert-ships* await their doom. 

3 So Stands the heathen world reveal'd, 
A wide, but unproductive field, 

The dronght its plains consuming : 
Yet even there, with cheerful green, 
Like islands in the ocean seen, 

Are oäses, fair blooming, 
Where palms with clust'ring fruit abound, 
And Elim-springs f refresh the ground. 

4 For there, beneath the spreading shade, 
You hear the cry for mercy made, — 

The sona:s deliv'rance teaches : 

* Arabs call the camel " the ship of the desert" 
t See Exodus, xv, 27. 


See converts' flock in decent dress, 
Where God his people meets to bless 

By wbat bis herald preaches. 
The desert rises out of night, 
As Carmel fair, as Sharon bright. 

5 What makes that dreary land so fair ? 
What sheds the dews of Hermon therel 

Of fruits, so rieh a treasure ? 
'Tis pray'r ! — Be ready then to pray, 
And thus to heathen lands convey 

A good no one can measure ! 
The seed, that praying Christians sow, 
In blissful harvest there shall grow. 

6 O hearest this, my sluggish soul ? 
Why yield to Earth undue control % 

Thyself, — why waste and fallow 1 
Thou fein wouldst have the desert bloom- 
From flinty rocks can water come ? 

Or honey from the aloe ? 
Let fervent pray'r confess thy shamel 
Thy wish approve ! thy zeal inflame ! 

7 Lord Jesus, from thy tlirone above, 
On nationa shed abroad thy love, 

That in the desert languish ! 
They all, ofright, belong to thee, 
Thou didst lipon th 1 aocursed Iree, 

To save them, sink in anguish. 


Our ev'ry grief to thee is known, 
Think too, dear Savior, of thy own ! 

8 Let oäses thy praises sound, 
And daily multiply around, 

The wilderness possessing ! 
Till earth a paradise shall seem, 
The dark Dead-sea with verdure gleam, 

The poles too, greet the blessing, — 
And all our race thy name adore 
In ev'ry land, from shore to shore. 


Our leave of country now is taken, 

Our ship is coursing o'er the waves ; 
Thejoys of kindred are forsaken, 

Our fathers' homes, our fathers 1 graves : 
In calm, orin the storm's commotion, 

On God alone can we rely, — 
He is enough : — nor sky, nor ocean 

Escapes the notice of his eye. 

2 To life, or death, — may be our passage, — 
He Orders this as seems him best : 

Who rightly bear the gospel message, 
Will never seek on earth their rest. 

To II im our faith is daily given, — 
His promise is forever flibt, 


And Hope, our anchor fix'd in heaven, 
Will thithcr bring our souls at last. 

3 Eternal love, where'er it call us, 

Deserves that we the call attend, 
Pursuing on, whate'er befall us, 

Until our life itself shall end. 
The heart shall here meet no delusion, 

Though ev'ry other hope betray ; 
The cost we 've counted, — our conclusion 

Is firmly made, — and we obey. 

4 The Christian family, divided, 

Are over land and ocean spread ; 
Yet by one spirit they are guided — 

By faith in Christ, their living Head : 
And as one sin, one condeinnation 

Involv'd in ruin all our race, — 
So too, one hope of free salvation 

Inspires alike the heirs of grace. 

5 'T is swect when, each for all intreating 

And all united in the Son, 
They dailv find a happy meeting 

Of spirits, at their Father's throne. 
Their bodies only, space can sever, 

Whilr in fche vale of time they weep : 

They sow in tears, but soon forever 
Shall they a blissful harvest reap, 

6 Yes, Boon will our last toil be over, 
And Christ will bring us to our rest : 


Our lost ones we shall there recover, 

Ancl we together shall be blest. 
For trials, — then our triumphs telling ; — 

Yoy faith, — we then shall live by sight ; — 
For iears, — with joy shall be our dwelling, — 

For shades of deaih, — fair Eden's light. 

A. Kxapp, b. 1793. 


Xow the pilgrim, sad and weary, 
Finds here a desert wild and dreary, 

With shades of death and darkness fill'd,- 
Soon, with groves of palm surrounded, 
The peaceful city shall be founded, 

Which, for his glory, Christ shall build. 
In splendid colors dress'd, 
On sapphires it shall rest. 
Doors and Windows 
Of crystal rare, And turrets fair 
Of richest genis, shall glitter there. 

2 There, amid this palace royal, 

A countless host, well tried and loyal, 

Shall see the glory of their Lord ; 
All their fears and sorrows ended, 
Shall they, with peace and joy attended, 
Beoeive from Hirn their rieh reward. 


The crown of righteousness 
Shall there his people bless : 
No destroyer 
Shall thither steal To work their ill, — 
But Christ will there his grace fulfill. 

3 Wlien 't will be, — seek not to know it ! 
Who guides, in his own time will show it, 

And his own time is always best. 
Heraids he abroad is sending, 
That they, to all his grace commcnding, 
May bring them all to seek his rest. 
Enough for us to know 
What he would have us do 
Till the harvest. 
The world's wide field Its fruit must yield, — 
The ransom was for all revcal'd. 

4 Teil it now with joyful praises — 

" The Prinoe of Life his palaee raises ! " 

( iVr land and sea the tidings Bound ! 
Not in vain his invitatio!!, — 
The messengera of his Balvation 
Proclaim it to the poor around. 
Beneath the burning sky 
They to their work äpply — 
J )aily sowing : 
1 1 is Word I [e II keep — Though now they weep, 
Withjoy shall they the barvest reap. 


5 Seeing growth, they are requited : 
With tears of joy, with souls delighted, 

First fruits they now are bringing on : 
Where the ground to drought was given, 
Head, hands, and hearts they lift to heaven, 
Admiring what the Lord has done. 
All fresh with morning dew, 
Green fields spring up to view, 
Breathing fragrance. 
For bitter sighs Glad songs arise, 
While hope anticipates the prize. 

6 But the Lord, by varied trial, 
Oft proves his heralds' self-denial, 

And makes them wait, and toil, and mourn ; 
Oft will let fierce storms o'ertake them, 
To hunger, thirst, and want forsake them, 
To gloom their fairest prospects turn. 
In his owii chosen way 
His wisdom He '11 display, 
Clearly teaching — 
While deepest night Bringe on the light — 
That what He does is always right. 

7 Knowing this, shall fears beguile us ? 
Thongh traitors, leagued with foes, revile us, 

Our onward course let us pursue ! 
They that, shame for Jesus bearing, 
Will persevere, his way preparing, 

Shall safely reach his glory too ; — 


There, with the Son of God, 

To join, in blest abode, 
All the pious: 
And freely own — Through grace alone 
Their works of love and faith were donc. 

8 Ever shall thy praise be glorious, 
When, over all their ills victorious, 
Thy saints unite in tuneful strife. 
They, from death by thee deliver'd, 
Shall from thy love no more be sever'd, — 
Such is thy will, thou Prince of Life. 
The world, Lord, rests on thee, — 
TJty world with pity see ! 
Showing niercy 
To him whose days Are pray'r and praise, — 
To him who yet in error strays! 

A. Knapp, b. 1798. 

107 *rJAPTJSM. 

.1 1. i . our Lord, to Jordan oame, — 
Such was the Father's pleasure, — 

From John baptismol rite to clalm, 
Fulfilling dut v"s measure : 

Then would himself prepare a bath 
To cleanse from guill our ppirits, 

And, dying, would abolish death 
])\ his own blood, whose merits 
Should uiv( i life new and end 


2 And now tbrough earth to ev'ry coast, 

Ye heralds, bear the sentence — 
The world, in sin and mis'ry lost, 

• ; Must die withoot repentance ! 
u Believers, by the water seal'd, 

"Shall share in his salvation, 
;; New lifo, within their souls reveal'd, 

M Shall fear no condemnation, 

M But lead them on to glory." 

3 Here, only water meets the eye, — 

But faith, the promise reading, 
Beholds the price of joys on high, 

Paid while the Lamb was bleeding : 
Here clearly sees the crimson flood 

Which Christ has shed to save us, — 
To purify the tainted blood 

Which our first parents gave us, 

And we have more corrupted. 

M. Luther, d. 1546. 


Ix Death's dark prison Jesus lay, 
When he for us had sufier'd ; 

And rising thence to endless day, 
Immortal life has offer'd. 

With songs of praise would we rejoice, — 

God ever loves a thankful voice, — 

Let all sing u Hallelujah ! " Hallelujah ! 


2 O'er Death none eise coulcl vict'ry win. — 

Death — 'tis the sinner's wages; 
x\nd all our race were slaves of sin, — 

While sin, in all its stages, 
Confcrr'd on Death a fearful right, 
And arm'd him with resistless migfat — 

Man was his helpless victim. Hallelujah. 

3 But Jesus Christ, the Son of God, 

For sin the vengeance bearing, 
Has far froni us remov'd its load, 

From Death, the monster, tearing 
His dread dominion and his pow'r, 
Nor Death cau work our mischief more, 

His sting no more can härm us. Hallelujah. 

4 The war, which Death and Life maintain'd, 

Was one of fear and wunder; 
But Life a glorious vict'ry gain'd, 

And broke our bands asunder. 
The sacred scriptures clearly show 
How death of Christ gave Death a blow 

From which he'll ne'er reoover. Hallelujah ! 

5 In Christ we see that Pascha! lamb 

By which our hopes are guided 
Towhere his cross from guilt and shame 

A ransom has provided, 
His blood, to us by faith applied, 
Secures <»ur life, for which he died, 

And saves from the Destroyer. Hallelujah! 


6 With sacred joy we keep the feast 

That teils Redemption's story ; 
For all our light His name be bless'd, 

Our morning star of glory ! 
Alone the beams that He imparts 
Dispel the gloom of contrite hearts, 

Of sin dispel the darkness. Hallelujah ! 

7 This holy meal we highly prize, 

To which our God invites us : 
Old leaven now our taste denies, 

The truth alone delights us : 
And Christ himself is here our food 
To feed our souls with endless good, — 

Our faith desires none other. Hallelujah ! 

M. Lttther, <L 1546. 


The poor are waiting at your door, 

In their relief be ready ! 
With lib'ral hand impart your störe, 

Be mindful of the needy ! 
There, hungry, naked, see them stand, — 
With what the Lord has fill'd your hand, 

Be mindful of the needy. 

2 The poor — their sighing is not good — 
O strive then to reinove it ! 
The favor on the poor bestow'd — 
God will himself approve it. 


Clothe ye the naked when they plead, 
And with your bread the hungry feed, — 
Remember thus the needy ! 

3 They thirst — then freely give them drink, 

As if to Christ 't were ofler'd : 

Of Jus return let Christians think 

Who for his people suffer'd, 
And at his Coming will reward 
Them who shall now his poor regard. 

Forget not ye the needy ! 

4 The poor for us thcir pray'rs will send 

For blessin^s rieh and endless. 
And was not Jesus poor 1 — a friend 

To us — eise poor and friendless ? 
That, through his poverty and pain, 
We might the bliss of angels gain ? 

O Christians, help the needy ! 

5 But in God's name let all be done 

That to the poor is given ; 
Then Jesus will the doing own 

On earth, and too in heaven. 
And wheo he comes — on that bleet day — 
With joy you'll hear your Savior Bay — 

Ye to kave done it ! 



Füll of wonder, fall of skill, 

Füll of wisdom, füll of might, 
Füll of niercy and good-will, 

Füll of comfort and delight, — 
Füll of wonder — once again — ■ 
Is of love the marriage chairu 

2 Who have strangers always been, — 

Xever were together brought, — 
Xeither by the other seen. — 

Xever of each other thought — 
These has God, their hearts and hands 
Bound in love's endearing bands. 

3 Here an Infant is at nurse, 

There anothers born atar ; 
Both pursue their random. course, 

Each of each is unaware : 
But the wandrers yet shall com« 
And together find a home. 

4 This one proves a worthy son, 

That a lovely daughter grows, 
Each to form the other's crown, 

E.ieh to soothe the other's woes, 
Each to be the other's light — 
Bat to both "t is bid in night ; — 

5 Till when best it pleases Hirn 

Who direets the lots of all, — 


Where and how it best may seein 

Makes to each his portion fall ; — 
Then will shine in open day 
What before in darkness lay. 

G Men on earth at length shall see 

What their God saw long before ; 

What on high was his decree, 

Done on earth, reveals his pow'r : 

Counsels there his wisdom show 

Gniding well events below. 

7 We may often think, in pride, 

Things much bettcr i night have been ; 
But shall night the sunbeams chide, 

Teaching brightness how to shine ? — 
Better so — than feeblc man 
Should eternal wisdom scan. 

8 Sunder not what God has joined ! 

None but He knows what is best : 
Often errs the human inind, 

In his thoughts qo errors rest 
What he lullls he will BUStain, 
Other plans are made in vain. 

9 See the pious loving pair 

Whom the tiesof marriage hold! 
Who so much enjoy his carel 

Who, with blessings inanifbld, 


Find the duties they attend 
Leading to such happy end ? 

10 Virtue here. extorting preise» 

Blooms while life itself shall last ; 
Other love in bloom decays, 

Like vain shadows soon is past. 
Perish, all around that 's true ! 
Truth in them is ever new. 

1 1 Love with them, as fresh as morn, 

Vigor to itself aflfords : 
Love and truth their board adorn, 

Sweetly temper all their words ; 
Love secures the heart repose 
From its troubles and its woes. 

12 When their comforts sufFer loss, 

Love abides their comfort still ; 
Bowing, well they bear the cross, 

Saying — " 't is our Father's will ! " 
Cheerd amid the present gloom, 
Hoping better days to come. 

13 Streams from God with blessings flow, 

All their varied wants to meet : 
Olive-plants around them grow, 

Till their house is now complete ; 
What at first was weak and few, 
Now is strong and many too. 


14 And on earth when God has done 

All for them he meant to do, — 
Led by him, when they have gone 

Through, all he would lead them through, — 
With himself, to share his love, 
They shall rise to joys above. 

15 Füll of mercy, — say I still, — 

Füll of com fort and delight, 
Füll of wonder, füll of skill, 

Füll of wisdom, füll of might, 
Füll of wonder — say again — ■ 
Is of love the marriage chain. 

P. GERÜARD, d. 1676. 


Awake, my soul, from sleep arise ! 

The night away is driven, 
The beams of morning cheer the skies, 

The snn is bright in heaven. 
Now raise thy thoughta in pray'r to God 
That he may shed his grace abroad, 

His mercy shine around thee. 

2 Thelight bringa work, t<> eacb his own — 
All sfaould I»" iij) and doing : 
The birds with carols hail the dawn, 

TheirMaker f s praise pursuing; 
So, with the sun's reviving rays, 


Men to their God should offer praise, 
Whose light for them is shining : — 

3 Then let them to their labors go, 

Relying on his favor ; 
And teach their gratitude to flow 

In cheerful, prompt endeavor, 
That, while his goodness shines around, 
No idle hour with them be found, — 

But each with virtue shining. 

4 Day after day its light affords, 

Yet oft God's work is slighted ; 
While, without deeds, with empty words 

His favors are requited. 
Lord, may these idlers work at length, — 
O give them graee, and will, and strength, 

While light to them is shining. 

5 Thy word our duty renders piain 

To us thy faith professing ; 
Stand by us too — it eise were vain — 

And aid us with thy blessing ! 
Thy saving truth, thy pow'r and grace, 
Send through the world from place to place, 

Far as the sun is shining ! 

6 In mercy, Lord, our hearts prepare 

To answer thy good pleasure ! 
Be piety our constant care ! 
Of love increase our measure ! 


May godly fear our pathway lead 
Afar from evil thonght or deed — 
Thy Spirit In us shining. 

7 The light of faith be ever mine, 

A light serene and steady ! 
May meekness my adorning shine, 

By favors done the rieedy ! 
True wisdom let my lips impart, 
A wisdom flowing from the heart — 

And thus my light be shining ! 

8 Keep rae, dear Savior, in thy sight, 

And guard my soul from danger ; 
O guide me by thy holy light, 

A pilgrim and a stranger, 

Till I shall reach the city, where 

The saints thy love forever share, 

With endless glory shining. 

P. Lackmen, d. 1715. 


My heart its incense burning, 

Fll offer thanka and praise, 
Now, with return of morning, 

And through all future daya ; 

PI] praise thee on thy throne, 
Great louroe of evYy biessing, 
My song to tliee addressing 

Through Christ, thy only Son. 


2 Thy mercy asks my praises ! 

This kept me through the night ; 
And now from sleep it raises, 

To greet the dawning light. 

This too it is that hath 
My many sins forgiven, 
Which, in the face of heaven, 

So oft provok'd thy wrath. 

3 In mercy still direct me 

Throughout the coming day : 
From Satan's wiles protect me, 

From sin, and from dismay : 

Defend from fire and storm, 
From want and ev'ry weakness, 
From sorrow and from sickness, 

From sudden death's alarm. 

4 For me and my well-being, 

For all on earth that's mine, 
I trust thy overseeing : — 

My household — it is thine ; 

By loan to me they came 
Who hold with me connection, 
By kindred or arTection : — 

All that I have or am. 

5 Let angels keep their Station, 

Nor cease their guard of me, 
Averting all temptation 

Would draw my soul from thee ! 


Thy shield hold thou above ! 
Then nothing shall distress me, 
To duty l'll address me, 

Rejoicing in thy love. 

6 Thy plan of grace pursuing, 

To me thy graee impart ! 
Direct, in all I'm doing, 

The wishes of my heart ! 

To Thee I all confide ;— 
The störe my wants supplying, 
Myself too, living — dying, — 

Thy pleasure now abide. 

7 In this I nothing waver, 

But gladly say — Amen ! 
Through Christ, thy constant favor 
Makes all my pathway piain : 
l'll do, with cheerful hand — 
The work thy word enjoins me, 
Or providence assigns me, 
For this my pilgrim-stand. 
.i. M a i nusiuB, <l. 1666. 
Tiu' daily morning bymfi of GustiTiu Adolphiui 


Thi day is gone, — the wearj bud declining 
Bebind the hüls, — and now the Btara are shining, — 
But Jesus, Sun ofrighteousness, abide, 
Nor from my bouI thj gracious presenoe hide ! 


2 5 T were utter darkness here, if thoa should fail me 7 
Where all the pow'rs of evtl would assail me, 

And plunge me into deeps of endless night, 
Without one star to shed its glimm'ring light, 

3 Accept, O God of grace, for daily favors, 
Which now and ever prompt to good endeavors^ 

My ofFer'd thanks ! — and may their incense rise 7 
By love's pure flame enkindled from the skies. 

4 Of ev'ry wrong this day I've done before thee, 
Through thy dear Son, for pardon I implore thee: 

And when in sleep I rest my weary head, 

Be still thy wings of love around me spread ! 

5 And from the foe — from injuries whatever 
Beset my couch, I pray thee, Lord, deliver ; 

May angels through the night their watch prolong, 
Then wake my soul to join their morning song. t 

6 And when life's day by night shall be o'ertaken, 
May then my soul, its faith in thee unshaken, 

From Death's dark vale, with angels soar away 
To where thy presenee makes eternal day. 


1 Thou only God, the Three in One, 
Eternal is thy shining throne ; 
The Sun on us forbears to shine, 
O cheer our souls with light divine! 


2 At morn to thee \ve offer'd praise, 

With thanks our evening song we raise, — 
For all thy love would honor thee 
Now, onward, — through eternity. 

3 Our Father, praise to thee we give, 
Thou Son of God, our praise receive ! 
Thou Holy Ghost, we grace implore 
To praise our God forevermore. 

M. Luther, d. 1546. 


Awake ! awake ! — lo holy thoughts aspire ! 
And bid the world with all its carcs, retire ! 
This day creation's work had its beginning, 
This day God spake — and light around was shining. 

2 Let earth in vain to-day thy service crave ! 
This is the day that Jesus lefl the gravc, 
And thus proclaim'd redernption's work was ended, 
This day his Spirit on his church descended. 

8 This holy day calls thee to holincss, 

And now the LiOSD his people waits to bless: 
Rest froin thy labor! worhlly thoughts repelling, 
That J Je may lind in thee a gratefill dwelling. 

4 Six days the body for itself obtains, 
One day, one only for the soul remains ; 


'T is surely well to give one day in seven, 
To fit the soul for happiness and heaven. 

5 Each week must leave thee many sins to mourn 5 
This day, to God for his forgiveness turn ; 
Implore of Jesus that bis word may teach thee, 
And, through the week, with timely warnings reach 


6 Six days God blesses thee, protects and feeds ; 
To-day he looks how all his care succeeds : 
This day too, for the rest its pray'rs addressing, 
Should seek from God, on all the week, a blessing. 

7 God ev'ry week gives thee its seven days, — 
Give back the first devoted to his praise, 

That he may crown with favors the remainder, 
And own the thanks thy grateful heart shall render. 

8 On this blest day God's holy kingdom seek, 
Unmov'd by all the taunts that scofFers speak ; 

The shame is theirs — but thine the gain and pleasure, 
For grace in 'thee shall thus enlarge its measure. 

If this, the day of God, be thy delight, 
To thee thy dearest hopes will he reouite : 
In God, this day, with all thy cares confide thee, 
He will, doubt not, all needed good provide thee. 

10 Butif thou disregard this sacred due, 

Fear lest his plagues shall all the week pursue : 
Who honor God, — them God will crown with favor ; 
Who treat with scorn, must bear his scorn forever. 

J. II. Calisius, d. 1703. 



The Sabbath now is ovcr, 
What most I would discover 

Its Lord has shown to me : 
Ile by his truth has led me, 
With bread of lifo has fed mo, 

And from its thirst my soul is free. 

2 My heart on God is resting, 
And now, no care molesting, 

I welcome balmy sleep : 
No dread of ill alarms me, 
With hope his Spirit arms me, 

My eyes no anxious vigils keep. 

3 Eternal source of being, 
Now, thy salvation seeing, 

My soul on thee is cast : 
Beneath thine eye of favor, 
To cheer each good endeavor, 

My gloorny doubts and fears are past 

4 Let them who, still in sorrow, 
From sleep no resl can borrow, 

Turn thither their regard 
Where day of resl th ii. 's endless 
Shall bless the poor and friendless, 

And give i<> faith a rieh reward : 


5 But peaceful now my slumber, — 
Each breath will angels number 

With ever watchful care ; 
The world away is driven, 
I '11 dream of God and heaven, 

And, when I wake, may find nie there. 

B. Sciüiolke, d. 1737. 


Thänk God ! — another stage of tinie 
To life has brought nie nearer, — 

Tbat endless life of joys sublime 
By earthly cares made dearer. 

Thou Spring wbence all out blessings flow, 

When close my pilgrin>days below, 
That life thou'lt give in heaven. 

2 I count each day, and month, and year, 

Time's weary progress chiding, 
Until Eternity appear 

\Y i t h 1 i fe t b a t i s a b i d ing : 
Then what was frail in nie befbre 
Shall, lost in Thee, be feit no more, 

And I shall be immortal. 

3 My heart with love intensely glows, 

Its flame by thee was Kghted ; 
From eare my spirit finds repose, 
By faith to thee uni 


I live in thee, and thou in me, 
May still the cords, that bind to thee, 
Be drawn around more closely ! 

4 O come, Lord Jesus, quickly come ! 

The moments all I number ; 
O haste, and bear me joyful home, 

Nor wait for death's cold slumber : 
Come now, in all thy glory, Lord, 
Behold, my lamp is all prepar'd, 

My loins about are girded. 

5 Yet with thy wisdom let it rest — 

The time of thy appearing ! 
Withhold my wish, if seein thee best, 

But lend a gracious hearing ! 
Thy Coming, Lord, will I expect, 
And evermore my hopes direet 

To meet thee at thy Coming. 

6 I '11 novo rejoice that nothing cao 

From thee my spirit Bever: 
That I, without the fear of man, 

May call thee mine fbrever : 
Therty Lord of lifo, thou'lt own me thinc, 
And in thy likeness 1 shall shine 

An beir with thee of glory, 

7 I well may ofler thanks and praise, 

That one tnore year ia ended ! 
And thoa of Time^a appointed days, 
So many are eflpended, 


That hold rae back from what I love 
In that Jerusalem above 

Where saints proclaim thy praises. 

8 When hands are weak and weary grown, 

And when my knees are feeble, 
Thy strength be in my weakness shown, 

My feebleness make stable ! 
Supply my will with needed pow'r, 
And heavenward with joy I '11 soar, 

Nor ever sink desponding. 

9 Go on, my soul, renew'd in faith, 

And of success assure thee ! 
With Christ in view, ne'er from the path 

Let earthly toys allure thee ! 
Time seems a loit'rer in his course, 
Haste then, as with an eagle's force, 

On wings of love borne upward. 

10 My soul already, Lord, to thee 
Its flight had well nigh taken : 

My love, constrain'd by thine to me, 
This world had quite forsaken. 

Let years their tardy circuit run, 

With me eternity 's begun,. 
When I can live in. Jesus. 

A. H. Feanke, d 1727. 

Written on the day of bi3 leaving Erfurth, whence be was banished by 
the Elector of Mentz, to stop bis preacbing. 



CoiiE, letus humbly bow before him, 

Who maxie us, and hia mercy own ! 
With praise and thanks let us adore him, 

For all the wonders he has done ! 
Füll soon are months and years expended, 

When past, Ile for ms their train anew: 
For, while their hasty course is ended, 

Ile still remains — M the Good and True." 

2 Thou, Lord, forever art abiding, — 

The God — of old, now, evermore, — 
But we, the prey of Time are gl i ding, 

Likehurried stream along the shore, 
Each day for ns is life diminish'd, 

Asonward speeds its rapid flight: — 
To thee, all years, tili Time is finish'd, 

Are as a summerV; fleeting night. 

3 Thy grace and truth for our direction 

Are eonstant as thy being is: 
Thou promptest evVy right affection, 

And teachest how thyself to please: 
Our earthlj progress thou hast guarded 

From oountless ills that others bear; 
And, with a father's heart awarded 

Whatever speaks a father's care. 

4 As ocean-sands, beyond our telling, 

Thy gifts 't wetfe vain attempt to t '11 : 


While their amount our sins are swelling, 
Thy proofs of kindness onward swell : 

And when of mercies now admonish'd, 
By ev'ry year around us thrown, 

We well may cry, with souls astonish'd, 
" Why, Lord, to us such mercies shown ! n 

5 The by-gone year, as on it hasted, 

Gave us eight thousand hours and more ; 
Of these, though we fall many wasted, 

Each brought its blessing to our cloor. 
Ab, Lokd, we 're less than any blessing 

Of thine, which any hour supplies ; 
And ev'ry hour, its claims addressing, 

Bids our unwearied thanks arise. 

6 For Jesus' sake, extend thy favor 

To meet my wants the Coming year, 
Nor leave my thoughts in doubt to waver — 
If He will yet my friend appear. 

Mv sins of former years — forgive them ! 

This year, help me thy ways pursue ! 
Thy graces — in my soul revive them ! 

My faith, and hope, and love renew ! 

7 Grant me, of life's success and pleasure, 

Just what thou seeest will be best ! 
Of cares and crosses — needed measure— 

Lest in the world I seek my rest ! 
No wish for goods of earth, that perish 

And with its hopes must pasa away ;- — 


That good alone lead me to cherish, 
Which, like the soul, shall always stay ! 

8 The state — by honest men be guided ! 

The people — by no wrong oppress'd ! 
The church — with saving truth provided ! 

The nations — join'd in peace be blest ! 
The scatter'd, Lord, in pity gather ! 

The poor, supply ! — disease remove ! 
The widow's stay, — the orphan's father 

Be thou ! — the dying raise above ! 

9 While here I live, whate'er befall me, 

Thy blessing with it, all is well ; 
And if from earth this year shall call me, 

Receive me then with thee to dwell ! 
For Christ's own sake, my Father, hear me ! 

When flesh shall fail, my soul sustain ! 
Yes, Lord, thou ever wilt be near me, 

While that dear name I plead. — Amen ! 

C. G. Goetz, d. 1T46. 

119 on DBATH. 

That I shall cfte, fiill well 1 know, 
All human life is short and frail : 

No lasting good can earth bestow, 
All portion here must quickly faO ; 

In meroy, Lord, direcl my ways, 

That l in peace may end my days. 

hyhns from the germak. 232 

2 Whbh I shall die, is all unknown, 

Except to thy omniscient mind : 
And lest, with life, my hopes be gone, 

May I from thee such favor find, 
That I may always be prepar'd 
For death, and for thy great award. 

3 How / shall die, to ask were vain ; 

Death does his work in varied forma ; 

Some writbe with agonies of pain, 

And some sink peaceful in his arms. 
Just as thou will ; — if, when 't is past, 
My soul be found with thee at last. 

4 Where I shall die, — I know it not, 

Nor where my ashes shall be laid ; 
Only be it my happy lot 

With saints redeem'd to leave the dead, — 
Smail care to me the place affbrds, — 
The earth throughout is all the Lord's. 

5 But when in death I shall recline, 

Then let my soul ascend to thee ! 
Through Christ's redemption I am thine, 

By faith his glories now I see, — 
T will all be well ! I little prize — 
Wliere, Hou\ or When, this body dies. 

B. Schüolke, d. 173T. 



All mnst die! — there's no redemption ; 

Flesh — 't is all alike but grasa ! 
None that live can plead exemption, 

Saints through death to glory pass. 
This vile body liere must perish, 
Ere immortal it can chcrish 

Iloly joys, the free reward 

For the ransomM of the Lord. 

2 Life on earth can I then covet 

Longer than my God shall please ? 
When above he would remove it, 
I will greet the soul's release. 
For, through what my Savior suffer'd, 
Freedom from the curse is offer'd ; 
ITe lias promis'd, — and to faith 
Givea the yict'ry over Death. 

3 Death — for me the Savior bore it, — 

Dying — won for me the prize : 
Life — He will in Miss restore it, — 

Shall I not then joj ful rise 
From this world of sin and anguish, 
To that world for which I Languish, — 

There I he Three in ( hie to praise, 

With bis saints through endless days ? 

4 1 [appy spirita, ever-living, 

Tbousand thousan ! i all a i ona. 


Rob'd in light. their worship giving, 

There rejoice befbrethe throne. 
There the seraphim are shining, 

Evermore in chorus joining — 

< ; Holy ! Holy ! Holy Lord ! 
u Be thy holy name ador'd ! " 

5 Worthies, there, of sacred story, 

Prophets, patriarchs are met \ 

There, apostles too, in glory 

Till their thrones by Jesus set ; 
All the saints that have ascended 
Age on age, through tirne extended, 

There, in blissful concert sing 

Hallelujahs to their King. 

[G Friends in Christ, whose forms, with vreeping, 
We ouirselvea to earth consign'd, 

While their dust in dust is sleeping, 
Mansions there of promise find. 

There the pieasures never weary, 

Prospects never shail be dreary, — 
Lo ! they beckon us to come, 
Where with Jesus is their Home.] 

7 Jerusalem, thou fairest ! 

In thy King how greatly blest ! 
Praising, thou his splenclor sbarest 

Through thy streets of holy rest ; 
Joy and peace in thee anited, 
Bv no fear of ehan^re are blighted. 


Balmy fragrance cheers the day, 
Which no night shall drive away. 

8 Yes ! methinks I now bebold it, — 

That fair city of delight, 
Now the robe— around me fold it, 

Robe of dazzling, purest white. — 
There — a crown of vict'ry wcaring, 
There — before the throne appearing, 

Mingle with the heirs of bliss, 

"VVhere Ilosannas never cease. 

J. G. Albinub, d. 1769. 


IIappy the man who seeks the prize, 
And in the faith of Jesus dies ! 
Thrice happy ! when from sin releas'd, 

He finds his rest 
In Gou's own city with the blest. 

2 Men, worn with cares tili lifo ia gone, 
Seek many thinga, yetneed but on§: 
Mortals, your vain pursuits forsake, 

I lis oounsel take, 
And Göd your endless portion make ! 

3 Wliy toil for earth to dying day I 
Poor as you came, you'U go away : 
r rhis world refflgn, itsjoj and eare ! 


For heav'n prepare, 
And place your heart and treasure there ! 

4 See that your peace with God be made 
Ere you are sumraon'd to the dead, 
Who warn you — "All our day is past ; 

" Yours glides in haste ; 
" While any hour may be the last ! " 

5 No one is found so rieh — or poor, 
No head so tall, — heart so secure, 
Of none the morning dawns so fair, 

That Death will spare : — 
The common lot we all must share. 

6 To tenants of this vale ofgloom, 
What ray of hope can cheer the tomb ? 

'T is thine, O Lord, whose sov'reign might, 

From Death's drear night, 
Brought immortality to light. 

7 Thy words of grace are sounding high — 
" Who trust in me shall never die ! " 
Thy cross, thy grave, thy life anew, 

Thy glory too, 
Bring our inheritance to view. 

8 Our graves of rest are many here, 
Many our glorious mansions where 
Our faith a place to us has shown 

Before the throne, 
Prepar'd for us by Christ the Son. 


9 He is the LorJ of endless doom, — 
He testifies — M 1 quickly come ! " 
" So come, LorJ Jesus ! " Iloping theii 

With thee to reign, — 
We long to hear thy glad "Amen ! n 


How hcedless, how secure is man ! 

A child of dust, — his life a, span, — 

Lest thoughts of death his peace should mar, 

He puts the evil day afar. 

2 The stripling thinks old age is sure, — 
The man-, — that life will long endure, 
The old hope yetanother year, — 
And no mistake do any fear. 

3 Twerevain pretense, ifthese should teil — 
"Wc oft on death have ponder'd well : " 
W'lioni death has none the wiser made, 
No due regard to death has paid, 

4 By Time Eternity is li\M, 

Thia world prepares us for the next ; 
And here our life we Bhould employ, 
To gain a life of endless joy. 

5 1 )eath to that bar the spirit bi i 
Where < ; >d w ill ju I \ all secrel thinga : 


What man from man conceals with care, 
Would vainly höpe concealment there. 

6 And Death comes often by surprise, — 
Be ready ! — such alone are wise : 
Tny faith by constant trial prove, 
Whether 't is faith that vrorks by love. 

7 A siyh. reserv'd for dyiag breath, — ■ 
A wishj through the Redeemer's death, 
Befbre his throne to stand approv'd — - 
Can never show thy guilt remov'd. 

8 A heart that trusts the sacred ward, 

"Gainst ev'ry sio maintains a guard, — 
Where faith, and hone, and luve unite — - 
In tlds the Savior takes delight 

9 With care must holiness be sought, 
Though by the pow'r of God 'tis wrought; 
Ile works, when, with a holy zeal, 
Thyself would all the work fulfill. 

10 The thiDg for which thou here shouldst live, 
For its possessio« mainly strive, 

And value most when it is gain'd, — 
Is virtue through thv faith attain'd. 

11 They'who in life their God revere, 
And. viewing their departure near, 

In holiness shall seek to grow, — 
The sting of Death will never krcow. 


12 How oft this duty I forsake! 

Do not for vengeance, Lord, awake, 
But Death keep ever in my view, 
That virtue's path I may pursue : — 

13 That I my heart may daily try, 
As und er thine all-searching eye, 
If there the Savior's love be found, 
If there the Spirit's fruits abound : — 

14 That I may trust thy grace alone, 
When all thy service here is done, — 
And shout, while Death inflicts his doom, 

u 'Tis finish'd ! Come, Lord Jesus, come ! " 

C. F. Gellert, d. 1769. 


Why so alarm'd, my deathless spirit, 
On looking forward to the tomb 1 

It caii not hold theo, nothing fear it ! 
'Twill only give the body room : 
From dust deriv'd, this mortal iVame 
Shall there repose from whenoe it came. 

2 But thou, an heir of endless being, 
Sbalt wing thy way to upper light, 
The Source ofall existence Beeing, 
With Bteady and unolouded *ight, 
Forever to extol bis pow'r, 
Jlis wisdoiB and his graoe adore. 


3 Thou there shalt learn, with knowledge eertain, 

What here no wisclom could explain : 
From secrets shall be drawn the curtain, 
Which now all hope to draw were vain : 
While error shall be done away, 
The gloom of doubt be turn'd to day. 

4 There shalt thou see with open vision, 

Now only seen with eye of faith, 
Hirn who, amid the world's derision, 
Onee died for thee a cruel death ; 
And shalt rejoice that fear, nor shame 
Withheld thy praises to his name. 

[5 Fear not the grave, it cannot härm thee, — 
Thy Savior waits thee in the skies : 
Nor for the sleeping dust alarm thee, — 
This dust shall in his image rise, 
And join'd with thee in realms of peace 
Will share and swell thy happiness.] 

D. SCUIEBELER, d. 1771. 


We're thine, O God, for evermore, 
Our times are subject to thy pow'r ; 
All things obey thy wondrous plan, 

Ere life began, 
Thy will had fixd for us its span. 


2 When, Lord, our journey's end is come, 
And angels wait to bear us home, — 
While parting friends around us weep, 

Our spirits keep, 
And make our death a quiet sleep. 

3 Or should it come with racking pain, 
Our Banking hearts do thou sustain ; 
A father's love to us fulfill, 

And make us still 
Submissive to our Father's will. 

4 And by the Iloly Spirit blest 
With hope of an eternal rest, 
May we, by faith's unfailing light, 

Without aflright, 
Go onward through Deatlvs gloomy night. 

5 Reveal the glory of the Lord, 
Where waits for us thy free reward ! 
And when we're leaving all below, 

The Savior show — 

Jesus, the friend to whom we go. 

G O'er justice must thy grace prevail, 
Adjudg'd by law, ihe best would fall : 

The liolifst plead Ihr mercy most, — 

T is all their trustl 
Without thy mercy all were lost. 

7 Lord, with thy graoe stand by us then, 
( Mir oonfidwioe In thee sustain ! 


That, when we yield our dying breath, 

Victorious faith 
May triumph o'er the fear of death. 

J. J. Spalding, d. 1S04 


When now the solemn hour is nigh 
That from this world shall call me, 

On what, O Lord, ean I rely, 

While terrors would appal me 1 
• My soul and body, to the last, 

Fll on thine arm of mercy cast,— 
5 T is safe to trust thy mercy ! 

2 My sins may seem in number more, 

While conscience shall recount them, 
Than sands upon the ocean-shore, — 

Thy grace can still surmount them. 
TU think, dear Savior, of the death 
Sustain'd by thee ; — and thus my faith 

From sinking shall uphold me. 

3 I am a branch of thee, the Vine ; 

My ^trength from thee I borrow ; 
Round thee my tendril hopes shall twine 

In death's drear night of sorrow : 
And when 't is over, thou wilt give 
An endless life with thee to live 

In bliss thy sorrows purchas'd. 


4 My Lord — o'er death triumphant — rose, 

From earth to God ascended ; 
His vict'ry yields my heart repose, 

The fear of death is ended : 
For where He is, I too shall come, 
And find with him a joyful honie : 

W hy should I fear to follow ? 

5 With outstretch'd arms FU welcome Christ, 

That He from earth may take me : 
Fll leave my flesh in hope to rest, 

Till from the grave he wake me ; 
But Christ himself will go before, — 
Of heav'n for me throw wide the door, 

And bless my soul in glory. 

N. Hermann, d. 1561. 


Wno lives in God Has safc abode 

Jn tbta world, and In heaven : 
To all wbo rest Their hope on Christ 

This life divine is given. 
Henceforth will 1 On thee rely, 

Nor, Jons, wilt tlion fei] nie; 
My Savior-Lordj Thy help afford, 

When pains of death assail me! 

2 In that dark hour; Should Satan's pow'r 
And rage of earth Surround me, 


If Thou be nigh, 'T were vain to try 

By terrors to confound me. 
With none beside, If thou abide, 

And aid me with thy Spirit, 
Let ev'ry foe His utmost do, 

My soul shall nothing fear it. 

3 For wants like mine, What grace but thine ! 

Of other^ none is needed : 
To saints, thy love, Here and above, 

Is by no want exceeded. 
Give faith that's true, My heart renew, 

Thine, soul and body, make me ! 
Hear, Lord, my cry To thee on high, — 

Nor in my need forsake me ! 

Joachim Magdeburg, d. 1560. 


Who knows how near my life's expended % 
Time flies, and Death is hasting on : 

How soon, my term of trial ended, 
May heave mv last expiring groan ! 
For Jesus's sake, when flesh shall fail, 
With me, O God, may it be well ! 

2 Death comes when night the world is hiding, — 
He comes too in the glare ofday, — 

Wherever I am here abiding, 
At once I may be call'd away : 


For Jesus' sake, when flesh shall fhil, 
With me, O God, may it be well ! 

3 Lord, lead me oft to think of dying, 

That when the hour of trial's come, 
My soul may then, on Christ relying, 
Sink all its terrors in his tomb : — 
And for His sake, when flesh shall feil, 
With me, O God, may it be well ! 

4 And now, betimes, would I provide me 

That sure support whereon to rest, 
And cheerful say — u What shall betide me, 
" Choose, Lord, as thou shalt see it best !" 
And when my heart and flesh shall fail, 
For Jesus' sake may it be well ! 

5 Awake in me desires for heaven ! 

Help me to view the world aright ; 
Far from my heart its wiles be driven, 
While cndlessjoys allure my sight : 
For Jesus 1 sake, when flesh shall fail, 
With nie, GrOD, may it bowell! 

G My many sins ! — veil theni over 

With iiHTits ofthy dying Bon ! 
I bore tliy riebest graoe discover, — 
Hefe find I peaoe, and here alone: 

And, for his sake, when flesh shall feil, 
Willi me, GrOD, may it be well ! 


7 His bleeding wounds give me assurance 

That thy free mercy will abide ; 
Here strength I find for death's endurance, 
And hope for all I need beside : 
For Jesus' sake, when flesh shall fail, 
With me, O God, may it be well ! 

8 Nothing from Christ my soul shall sever, 

Nor life, nor death ; — things high nor low : 
I take him as my Lord forever, 
My future trust, as he is now : 
And for his sake, when flesh shall fail, 
With me, O God, may it be well ! 

9 Then come my end to-day, to-morrow, 

I know, through Christ, 't will work my good : 
The world may in the prospect sorrow, — 
But I rejoice through Jesus' blood : 
And for his sake, when flesh shall fail, 
With me, God, may it be well ! 

10 I live, meantime, in thee confiding, 
Of death have n© appalling fear ; 
Enongh for me — My God is guiding, 

Through faith my future hopes are clear : 
Thy grace in Christ will never fail, 
And when I die, Hwill all be well. 

Aemilia Juliana, Countess of Schwarzburg-Eudolstadt, d. 1706. 



I witii Jesus choose my part, 
Jesus lives on high forever ; 

This I know, — and, glad of heart, 
Hope on high to rcach his favor. 
Shades of death, — from endless day 
Would ye scare my soul away ? 

2 Jesus my Redeemer lives, 

Life with him — he bids me greet it ; 
Life, where Christ his presence gives, 

Can I shun 1 — or fear to meet it ? 
Should the Ilead the members leave 
For their absence here to grieve 1 

3 Now, has faith's enduring tie 
Me, for life to Him united : 

He'll be near me, when I die, 
Hand in hand shall then be plighted ; 
We as one will yet abide, — 
Death shall not öur BOUla divide. 

4 I am dust, — and, ev'ry hour, 
Tend to dust whence I was taken, — 

This I know (<><>, — hui his pow'r 
Can from dust my dust awaken, 
And in glory give it place, 
To the glory of his grace, 

5 Fitting house, by God prepar'd, 
Shall for that new life begiven : 


As He is, Hl see my Lord, 
"When I reach my hörne in heaven, 
YThere, in body like his own, 
I shall live before his throne. 

6 My own eres shall see him nigh ? 
And, with joy my Savior knowing, 

Then, no more a stranger, I 
Shall withpurest love be glowing: 

Weakness, doubt, fatigue, or care 

Xever finds admission there. 

[7 There the lov'd ones I shall see ? 
Strangely call'd todie before me ; 

Whom, from ev'ry sorrow free, 
Then my Savior will restore me : 

And to Him our songs shall rise 

^Yho is ever good and wise. 

8 For, will there be clearly shown, 
All that's now in darkness lying: 

Then the love of Christ PU own 
While my comforts round were dying : 
And. with perfect vision bless'd, 
Learn with joy M His way was best."] 

9 ^Yhat now siekens. weeps and sighs, 
Constant heakh and joy shall cherish, 

What now only droops and dies 
With the glow of life shall flourish, 


Here our form soon wastes away, 
There in youth shall evcr stay. 

10 Jesus keeps you — Why this gloom ? 
Trembling saints, thrill now with gladncss ! 

Fearless, die ! — Your Lord will come ! 
This should leave no room for sadness : 
Yes, the trump will surely sound, 
Waking all beneath the ground. 

11 Human terrors ye can brave, 
Rage of Death and Hell despising, 

Since, victorious o'er the grave, 
Ye with Christ to glory rising, 
Then shall find eternal peace, 
Where all sin and sorrows cease. 

12 Christians, high your wishes raise 
From the Earth's delusive pleasures : 

Now to Hirn devote your days 
In whose love are boundless treasures : 
Soon to heir the world ofbliss, 
Show its spirit while in this. 

Louisa JI KNKiKT-i a, BleotMM of J >r:iinlriiburir, (I. 16C)7. 

129 im:l i:\si: BT DEA.TH, 

Soon, in the grave niy flesh shall rcst, 
My soiil from earth remove, 

And, in the Savior's glory dress'd, 

Shall reach the Ilumc I love; — 


2 My friends — the whole celestial choir, 
My ev'ry feeling— joy, 
To honor God — my one desire ; 
His praise — my one employ. 

[3 Nor would I wait tili angel-host 
Shall teach their song to raise : 
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
TU here begin my praise. 

4 Now to our God, the Father, Son, 
And Holy Spirit. sing ! 
With praise to God the three-in-one, 
Lot all creation ring !] 

N. B. The first two stanzas are Hymn 3503 of Knapp's "Liederschatz, 
vrho adds the nc-te " Found in the Hymn Book of my deceaaed icife." 


Heavenward, still heavenward 

Urge thy lingYing feet : 
What deserves thy chief regard 
Only there is met, 
Not here below. 
Earthly honors all are vain, 
Eaise, if thou would glory gain, 
From earth thy view ! 

2 Heavenward thy wishes send, 
With eaeh rising day ! 
Life's brief portion to its end 


Swiftly glidea away. 

Bethis thy pray'r ! 
" God, who madest nie for heav'n, 
" Let thy strength and grace be giv'n, 

" To bring ine there ! " 

3 Heavenward He points thine eye, 

There to seek thy prize : 
Not depress'd, nor rais'd too high, 
By earth's vanities. 
Its wealth is poor ; 
From the good that here is won, 
ünly what for heav'n is done 
Will long endure. 

4 Heavenward direct thy mind 

When afüictions press : 
While thy Father, ever kind, 

Watches thy distress, 
Wouldst thou despair! 
In that land of light and peace 
Sorrow shall forever cease, — 

Füll joys are there. 

5 Heavenward, whate'er betide, 

Move the saints of ( Jod ; 
Bcorn'd for I lim — the crucified, 

Pleas'd they bear the load, 
r riiis Savior own ! 
All for JL 1 1 1 1 1 accountbut loss, — 


Willing, first to bear the cross, 
Then, wear the crown. 

6 Heavenwarcl the Savior led 

Through reproach and wrong : 
In Ins path they too must tread 

Who to him belang. 
Did He complain % 
Trust, like him, his Father's care, — 
Murmur not, — but strive with pray'r, 

And vict'ry gain ! 

7 Heavenward He'll be thy guide 

All the clesert through : 
Draw thee cioser to his side 
As new dangers grow ; 
Tb us hope is giv'n, — 
Which, though earthly cares annoy, 
Cheers the soul with holy joy, 
And lifts to heav'n. 

8 Heavenward shall lead thee on 

Deatlvs own night of gloom : 
True — tili Death's brief shades are fjone, 
Terrors thick may come : — 
Thy courage rouse ! 
Death and Night themselves shall feil, 
While with rapture thou shalt hail 
Thy Father's house. 

9 Hallelujah! Heavenward 

Send thy praises now ! 


Soon shalt thou, before the Lord, 
With bis angels bow 

AVhere the saints in glory rest, 
And, with their Redeemer blest, 

Praise and adore. 

10 Ilallelujahs shalt thou sing 

When thy Lord shall come, 
In triumphant joy to bring 
All bis people home. 
Thy fears discard ! 
From the cross He took the throne, 
Ile will help thee win thy crown — 
On ! hea ven ward ! 

J. G. Sciioner, d. 1818. 


Yes ! I was born to live forever, — 

This world cannot my portion give : 
Though Death my lies to eartb may Beyer, 

[aball not, dyingj cease to live. 

Tla not the time I lu-iv may spend, — 

Mine i8 a life shall Dever oiid. 

2 W'hat though the world to tne were given, 
[tshonörs, pleasures, richea, — all! 

To lill my wishes without heaveo, — 
The world itaelf would be too small. 


Far eise than this the soul requires, 
To satisfy its large desires. 

3 The God of love, my wise Creator, 

For my own good has seen it best 
To place the wish for something greater, 
With his own hand, within my breast. 
He that my soul its hunger gave, 
Will give the food he makes it crave. 

4 My wish a perfect love to render, 

And God in clearer light to see, 
Which here my sins and darkness hinder, 
Shall yet be fully granted me ; 
When I, for all his mercies done, 
Will better make his glory known. 

5 God will adjudge a right decision, 

And virtue shall at last be crown'd ; 
Though here, assail'd with wild derision, 
It neither peace nor safety found. 
The scoflers, who may triumph here, 
Before his judgment shall appear. 

6 5 T is so ! Could angels eise adore him ? 

Shall not the Lord of all do right ] 
Can scorners, and who fear before him, 
Find equal fkvor in his sight ? 
Alike to all is death decreed, 
But retribution shall succeed. 

256 hymxs from: the german. 

7 My soul would not in death be sleeping, 

With this desire accords his word ; — 
And, to his testimony keeping, 
I can no room for doubt afford : 
How swells my joy when he declares — 
The soul shall live for endless years ! 

8 Yet more ! — Fve Jesus now to teach me, 

And show me what himself has wroogbt : 

Instructions, from his mouth that reach me, 
With mercy and with truth are fraught. 
I am the purchase of his blood, 
And thus redeem'd to live with God. 

9 My Jesus livcs! Who can destroy me] 

Or rob me of a Savior's love 1 
He's near ! Can fears of death annoy me 1 
He points my soul to joys above. 
This body too from dust shall rise, 
And share the glory of the skies. 

10 Let valleya sink! — the hüls be quaking! 

My faith shall suffer no dismay, — 
For on my soul the mom is breaking — 
The dawn of an eternal day ; — 
When, Lord, thou wilt thy blessing give, 
And i shall then begin to live. 

11 Grant, Jesus, of the fruits of licavcn 

That 1 the secd may daily sow ; 
O may thy Spirit now be giveD, 


That I the works of faith may do ! 
Then Death shall open wide for me 
The gates of immortality. 


Vm but a weary pilgrim here, 
Life's varied griefs sustaining ; 

The ills I feel, and those I fear, 

Would terapt me to complaining : 
But, Lord, the hopes of joys above 
The pains of pilgrimage remove, 
Or give me strength lo bear them. 

2 Oft now, vrhile sin is plotting still, 

My soul is fill'd with terrors ; 
How oft its snares my heart beguile ! 

How many are my errors ! 
But I shall yet deliv'rance see, 
From sin and its delusions free, — 

In this my soul rejoices. 

3 I see around me, day by day, 

Those, Jesus, who despise thee : 
Their heart of pride leads them astray, 

Thy honors it denies thee : 
Their scorn and pride will all be past, 
When thou shalt come the Judge at last, 

And saints shall shout thy welcome. 


4 Oft, in thc silcnce of the night, 

My soul her griefs is sighing; 
And morn, with its returning light, 

No respite issupplying: — 
One gleam of heav'n relief bestows, — 
That home of rest no sorrow knows, 

But joys reign there forever. 

5 And when the future givcs alarm 

Of cvils to oppress nie ; 
And anxious fears of coming härm 
Thick gather to distress mc ; — 

Eternity makcs time so small, — 
Its flecting fears and sorrows all 
No loDger raise iny tcrror. 

G When Death, so dreaded from afar, 
Comes nigh, my days to nnmbcr, — 

That, free from ev'ry earthly eare, 
My head may sink in slumber, — 

That peaee andjoy may banish fear, 

Lei then eternity appear, 
With views of future glory. 

7 Hope, Lord, makes ev'ry bürden light, 
Its Btrength from Thee it borrows: 
Thal glory — fit me for its sight, 

By all my pilgrim sorrows ! 
May it, in death my doubts dismiss, 
And form my endless störe of blies 
With Thee, in life eternal ! 

C. Q Sit km, d. 178G. 



Wkaby no w, that home of pleasure 

Gladly would my soul enjoy, 
Where is stor'd my only treasure, 

Where no evil can annoy. 

2 ITappy home, — where peace is dwelling, 

Such as earth can never bring ; 
Seraphs bright, his glories telling, 
Praises there to Jesus sing. 

3 Home, — where bliss is ever growing 

Which no mortal thoughts conceive; 
Joys, from God in rivers flowing, 
Like their source forever live. 

4 That dear home of pilgrim strangers 

Lcngirg for their houee ahove. — 

Free from earth, its strife and dangers — 

There my soul would dwell in love. 

5 Then, — no more a child of sorrow, 

Where no sin or trials corae, 

Through a day that has no morrow, — 
I shall learn the joys of Home. 

Altered from Magenau. 


Will it no pleasure be, 
When faith shall end in knowing, 


Hope to fraition growing, — 
The Savior's face to see ? 
To learn from him the story, 
What vict'ries won our glory— - 

Will this no plcasure be? 

2 Will it no pleasure be, 

When friends, who went before us, 
Our God shall there restorc us, 

From pain and sickness free? 
Where sorrows show no traces, 
To meet their gl ad embraces ; 

Will this no pleasure be ? 

3 Will it no pleasure be, 
When foes that would dcstroy us 
Shall never more annoy us ? — 

Where dwells füll harmony, 
Always to Uvea stranger 
To trouble, fear, and danger, — 

Will this no pleasure be? 

4 Will it no pleasure be, 
Where angel-chorus raises 

To ( »OD mosl 1 [igh their praises, 

With Berapha to agree 1 
And, when the skiea are ringing, 
To join " thrice I toly ! n singing, — 

Will this DO pleasure be? 

5 O yc^l — tbere's pleasure there! 
Away, earth's glittYuig bubbles ! 


Your joys are füll of troubles, 

Your bliss not worth the care. 
Then do not, friends, bewail me, 
When heart and flesh shall fail me, — 

But think ! — There s pleasure tkere. 

A, Knapp, b. 1793. 


The reaper now is waiting, 

The com to ripeness come : 
The evening sun is setting, 

The trav'ler seeks a home : 
Grown in thy service hoary, 

Thy servant longs for rest ; 
Lord, take him to thy glory, 

There with his Savior blest ! 

2 With ills his life was blended, 

Much patient toil he bore; 
Now all his ills are ended, 

His trials are no more : 
His day's fatigue is over, 

"With saints he there shall sleep, 
Where angels round them hover, 

And safe their ashes keep. 

3 Thy counsel, Lord, direeted, 

And strangely oft, his way ; 
Thy shield his life protected, 


Thy promise was his stay : 
Thy Spirit, to bim weary, 

Gave strength thy will to do ; 
Füll many straits and dreary 

Ilas safely brought him through. 

4 To him, when earth imparted 

No joy, thy grace was near; 
To him, when broken hearted 

For sin, did Christ appear. 
Whilo flesh, now weak, — decaying, 

Sank feeble to the tomb, — 
In strength his soul was praying — 

" Come, Jesus, quickly come ! " 

5 Biest soul ! — thou shalt behold him 

WHom thou hast lov'd below; 
The wishesthou hast told him 

Bc more than answer'd now : 
ITis call from high receiving, 

Tliou art to glory gone ; 
Thy blessing im us leaving, 

And pray'rs before the throne. 

G Do not, () Lord, deny us 

Like grace — so rieh and true: 
In feeble age stand by us, 

And make us faithfu] too, 
Lead us, thy strength supplying, 

The path that Je ms trod, 
Till death, — that we, in dying, 

May show thy praise abroad. 




Eobe of white her form incloses, 

Pale in death's enduring sleep, 
Free from pain it now reposes ; — 

Thanks we offer while we weep. 

Faithfol mother! — with the blest 

Thou hast enter'd into rest : 
Sleep thy dust ! — its slumber breaking, 
Only when in glory waking ! 

2 Eyes — that, beaming witb affection, 

Oft upon her children feil ; 
Then, with tears for God's protection, 

All a mother's love would teil ; 

On us, while we here remain, 

Ne'er will beam your light again ; 
But our eyes hereafter meeting, 
Brighter, then, will be your greeting. 

3 Hand — the first reach'd out to guide us, 

Which her gifts so kindly gave, — 
Ere we knew our wants, supplied us, — 

Thou art ready for the grave. 

All thy toil has ceas'd at last, 

Now thy clay's fatigue is past, — 
But, at Jesus' bright appearing, 
Thoirlt be there, the palm-branch bearlng. 

4 Mouth — rever'd in childhood's wildness, 

Lov'd, when riper years came round ; 


All thy counsels were in mildness, — 

Now no more we hear thy sound : 

Büt whate'er thy lips have said 

Deep in mem'ry shall be laid ; 

And, when Christ his people raises, 

We shall hear thee sing his praises. 

5 Heart — whose ev'ry throb revealing 

Love to kindred left to mourn, 
E'en in death with love was thrilling, — ■ 

Must thy love no more return ? 

Weeping, hoping, we implore — 

" Lord, to us that heart restore ! 
" When the grave our dust shall render, 
" May it throb with love as tender ! " 

6 Then will grateful tears be flowing, 

As they now in sorrow flow ; 
We in j 01/ our love be showing, 

As in grie/wo show it now: 

From thy grave that happy day 

Rolls for us the stone away : — 
Dead in Christ, thou'lt live forever, 
Blc-t with his eternal favor. 

A. Knapp, b. IT 

[7 Hear us, Lokd, thy throne addressing ! 
Listen to the orphans' pray'r ! 
With thy chast'ning grant thy blessing! 
Show us thy paternal care! 
We in youth have feit thy rod, 


Make us know the orphans' God ! 
Taking from us father, — mother, — 
Be our stay ! — we have no other. 

8 With thine eye of love be near us ! 

Guidance by thy hand impart ! 
May thy mouth with counsels cheer us, 

Flowing from thy tender heart ! 

Then our griefs in joy shall end, 

While in thee we have a friend, 
Who, at death, will friends re störe us, 
That to glory went before us.] 



Why weepest thou ? — The bodies of the just 

Yield Death no lasting prize : 
In dust to sleep retir'd the weary dust, 
In earth's still bosom lies : 
Life's blossoms, gaily blooming, 

Prom with'ring naught could save ; 
Its joys and griefs entombing, 
Tüll welcome was the grave. 

2 Why weepest thou ? — Their father-land on high 
Allur'd their souls away : 
From earth's deep shadow r s, clouding all their sky, 
They sought a brighter day. 
Here anxious cares unnumber'd 


Our hopes and pcace destroy ; 
There, with no fears encumber'd, 

The soul has ceaseless joy. 

3 Why weepest thou ? — Here e'en thc righteous fall 

Oft into grievous sin ; 

The world, or flesh can there no sense enthrall, 
The foe no vict'ry win ; 
There grace fulfills its measure, 

The heart is free from stain, — 
Nor, to its hours of pleasure, 
Succeeds regret or pain. 

4 Why weepest thou ? — The future's dreary night 

Obstructed all their view ; 
Now happy prospects cheer their ravish'd sight, 
With blessings ever new : 
Apart the veil is riven 

Wh ich o'er their vision lay ; 
Far off the clouds are d riven, 
And shines a glorious day. 

5 Why weepest thou? — The Savior's gentle band 

Has wip'd away their tears : 
No sorrow enters that dear father-land 
Which to our faith appears, 
Ilis arms of k>ve inclosing 

The weary and distress'd, 
There^ on bis heart reposing, 
They lind a blissful rest 


6 weep no more ! — He ever lives to save ! 
The dead shall hear his voice ; 
He'll bring thyself too, harmless of the grave, 
To Zion and its joys. 
Thyßiends with songs shall greet thee, 

When thou shalt thither come : 
Thy lost ones there shali meet thee, 
In their eternal home. 

Hopfens ack. 


Wb give this body to the clust ; 

Bnt in the sure and joyfnl trust, 

That, when the trumpet sounds, 't will rise. 

To life immortal in the skies. 

2 The soul, releas'd, is now with God, 
By death dismiss'd to its abode, 
And, purified from ev'ry sin, 
Adores the pow'r of grace divine. 

3 The ills, which here the saint attend, 
At death. forever have an end : 
And all who Christ by faith receive, 
On dying, shall forever live : 

4 Shall live from sin and sorrow free ; 
Their dust shall sleep in Christ, tili Ple, 
Reveal'd in pow'r, this dust shall raise 
To share his glory, — show his praise. 


5 Here rest thee sweetly tili he come ! 
While we repair, each to his home, 
Henceforward looking for the day 

Which soon will call öur souls away. 

6 Dear Savior, now our souls prepare, 
That we the call may nothing fear ; 
May vict'ry through thy death obtain, 
And find — for us to die is gain. 

Michael Weiss, 1531. 



I iiail the day, in prospect bright, 
When, I from death awaking, 

My Savior God shall meet my sight, 
Forth in his glory breaking : 

Then to the skies With joy I'll rise 
Their crown of glory weiring 
Who love their Lord's appearing. 

2 Thou, Lord, wilt in due time reveal 
Tbat day of consummation 
When all thy Baints from ev'ry ill 

Shall have oomplete salvation ; — 
Theo, of thy love Shall learn abovc, 
Through endless life, the measure, — 
Ofgrace, thy boundlesa treasure. 


3 That life thou will to me impart, — 

Thou art my hope unceasing ; — 
Thy Coming shall rejoice my heart, 

My prison'd dust releasing : 
Nor need I fear Before thy bar 

Thy scoffers to resemble, — 

Who shall in anguish tremble ; — 

4 "White I, in wonder and delight, 

Shall stand, dear Lord, before thee, 
With ransom'd sinners on thy right, 

And theo in heav'n adore thee. 
With hopes so high, Thy grace supply, — 

To fit me für thy favor, 

And for thy joys forever ! 

P. Busch, d. 1744 


Hark ! The trump of God is sounding, 
Th' Archangel's shout the call resounding, 
Arise, ye saints, and leave the tomb ! 
Children of your heav'nly Father, 
To Hirn, from your dispersions, gather, 
The Lord of glory calls you home. 
Behold the morning break, 
Death's night is gone, — awake ! 
Hallelujah ! 
Now is prepar'd Your füll reward, — 
That day, — the last great day is here ! 


2 Earth, and Sea. and Hell are quaking, 
Now the redeem'd to life are waking ; 

To new and perfect life they rise : 

Jesus comes in glory's brightness, 

Before him rnerey, truth, uprightness, — 

IIow fair their crown ! IIow rieh the prize ! 
They live with God's dear Son, 
Their light his Shilling throne ; 
Shout Hosannas ! 
Bedeemer, thou Dost give us now 
Sure mansions of eternal peace. 

3 Praise shall be our glad employment 
Through endless day ofpure enjoyment; 

What stores in fchee of grace unknown ! 
Joys are now all hope excelling, 
New wonders still thou art revealing, 
Our friendj and God's beloved Son. 
Never to eye appear'd, 
Such things were never heard, — 
Thine the glory ! 
Etemally, Lord, to thee 
New songs and honors be address'd! 

c. o. Sn i:m, d. 1786L 


Tun Savior conies! Bing praise to I lim, 
The ( Jod procläim'd by seraphim 

M Thriee 1 (oly ! *' in their praises. 
Thou coinest, God's Eternal Son, 


Descending from thy heav'nly throne, 
Whose grace to gloiy raises I 

May we By thee 
Find cleliv'ry From our slavery, 

And, in glory, 
Sing of grace the wondrous story ! 

2 We welcome thee, great Prince of peace, 
Through whora from sin we hope release, — 

Welcome to earthly dwelling ! 
Thou takest on thee flesh and blood, 
Becomest man to work our good, 
Thy heart with pity swelling. 

And no w Art thou 
Mercy reaching, Kindly teaching 

To transgressors, 
IIow of grace to come possessors. 

3 Thou bringest comfbrt from distress, 
Life, health, end dring happiness ; — 

To thee be praise forever ! 
What, dearest Savior, can we bring? 
IIow render thee fit offering? 
Thou, by thy matchless favor, 

To men In sin 
TIelpless lying, Near to dying, 

Op'nest heaven ; — 
Greater boon was never given ! 

4 We bring a grateful heart to thee, 
For sin aggriev'd, from feigning free, 


And in thy service ready : 
To thee, and to our neighbor trne, 
Where'er thou lcadest would pursue, 
With purpose ever steady. 

Jesus, To us, 
Make thy pleasure Duty's measure ! 

All who cherish 
Not thy love, by wrath must perish. 

5 May we for endless glory strive, — 
By faith upon thy promise live, — 
Our hopes still upvvard rising ; 
In sorrows look to thee above, 
Abiding ever in thy love, 
Earth's vanities despising; — 

Till we To thee 
Sing the praises Ileaven raises, 

And, before thee, 
With the ransom'd throng adore theo. 

J. S. Dietebicii, d. 1797. 


Bethlehem! () Bethlehem! 

To envied honors growing; 
Thou sister of Jerusalem, 

What grace to thee is flowing! 
Biest Ephrata, onoe David's home, 
Now David's Lord to thee is eonie, 

IJis promis'd niercy showing. 


2 The time of promise is fulfill'd, 

Now com es the great salvation ; 
The sorrows of the heart are stilFd, 

Eestor'd our desolation : 
What boundless, what unearthly joy ! 
Our hope and peace none can destroy, 

Or stay our exultation. 

3 I, like the shepherds, sat, — the shade 

Of darkness all around me, — 
A darkness that my sins had made, 

And there in fetters bound me : 
When lo! — a splendor from on high, 
Whose glories, spreading o'er the sky, 

With hopes and fears confound me. 

4 Which should I look for, — weal — or woe ? 

Then heard I sweetly pealing, — 
" To God on high new praises now ! 

" To all mankind good feeling ! 
u On earth shall endless peace abide 
" With all, who for His grace confide 

" In him this grace revealing ! " 

5 And I my darkness fain would leave, 

This call of light obeying ; 
But, like the shepherds too, receive 

The bliss, no value paying : 
I have no gold, or precious störe, — 
I give my heart, I have no more, 

A heart füll often straying. 


6 And wilt tbou take it at my hand, 

Thy pcace on me bestowing ? 
O wondrous child of Canaan's land, 

What in my heart is glowing ! 
Thou Prince of peace, — thy graoe I own, 
A pcace and joy, before unknown, 

Thy Spirit there is sowing. 

7 Henceforth, when sin would seek my härm, 

'T will have no power to härm me ; 
The night of Death, with its alarm, 

No longer can alarm me : 

O'er sin and trouble, fear and Death, 

l'll rise triumphant, cheer'd by faith j 

In him vvhose love will arm me. 

Wm, Meinhold, 1837. 


To us thc promis'd child is born ! 

To us a son is given ! 
And, eise of ev'ry hope forlorn, 

We now niay look for hraven. 
Withoul this son to be our trust, 
Jn deep despair we all were lost, — 

1 [e only can deliver ! 

]5ut all who own this wondrous child, 
Their bopes on thee, West Jesus, build, — 
Shall live with C*od lbr ever. 

M. Lutiikr, d. 1546. 



Ye who witb years are sink mg, 

To death so nearly gone, 
Now on the grave be thinking, 

With aged Simeon. 

2 Ile, at the holy temple, 

In pray'r employ'd his breath, 
And was a bright example 
Of hope and joy in death. 

3 Gently his days were flowing, 

As baisam gently flows ; 
His spirit brightly glowing, 
As day of summ er glows. 

4 He knew it was appointed 

From death he should be free, 
Until the Lord's anolnted 
His lonmng eves should see. 

5 He saw : — with transport thrilling, 

He took him to his breast, — 
The sight his wishes sealing, 
His soul was fully blest. 

G And see ! — this saint beholding, — 
Of death he has no fear ; 
His feeble arms infolding 

The Lord, — his triumphs hear ! — 


7 " Though hcad with age is hoary, 

" Young pleasure swells my heart ; 
" Now, to the realms of glory, 
M Would I in pcace depart. 

8 " Hirn — What my joy can heighten ?- 

" Who Isracl's hope has been, 
u Who gcntiles shall enlighten, — 
"At length my eyes have seen." 

9 As faith still mounted higher, 

And rapture yet increas'd ; 
Ile press'd his Savior nigher 
Upon his heart, — and ccas^d. 

10 When, Lord, with age cncumber'd, 

Or bow'd with ills and grief, 
I here my days have number'd, — 
May such be my relief! 

11 Though not, in form as living, 

My Savior greet my eyes; 
May he, his presence giving, 
Release me to the skies ! 

12 And, while my soul is singing — 

" 1 Iosanna ! Lord, appear ! " 
The heavens back be ringing — 

M J Iosanna ! I le is near ! n 



I too, through Jesus, may in peace 

Depart, like Simeon, praying ; 
And find in death my ^yish , d release, 

No grief or fear betraying ; 
For rest my weary eyelids close, — 
My flesh in quiet sleep repose, — 

My spirit rise to heaven. 

2 What then will be my glad surprise, 

When earthly cares all ended, 

My ransom'd soul shall mount the skies, 

By angel-guard attended ! 
When I shall see m glory bright, 
Those mansions of eternal light, 

By God for me niade ready ! 

3 May I. Lord, ever ready be, 

üpon thy grace relying ! 
May hope of glory strengthen me, 

To honor thee in dying ! 
Then will I cry, with cheerful faith 
In Hirn, who dying conquer'd Death, — 

" Come, Jesus ! Lord, come quickly ! " 


King, to Jews and gentiles given 
For their healing and their light, 


Saba sces thy star in heaven, 

And rejoices at the sight : 
Shem and Japhet come fron) fiur, 
To the light of Jaeob's star. 

2 Join'd to those, who are inquiring 

From the East, dear Lord, for thee ; 
All \ve ask, or are desiring, 

Is the royal child to see. 
We our knees before thee bow, 
With our arms embrace thee now. 

3 Take our presents, nor refuse us 

Giving what we value most: 

In thy gentleness, excuse us 

That our hands no riches boast : — 
Ours is no blest Araby, — 
All our wealth is poverty. 

4 Stead of gold and costly treasurc, 

Faith, and bope, and love receive ! 
May our iucc/ise meut thy pleasure — ■ 

We our hearts' devotion give ; 
But l<>r myrrh) — our penitenoe — 
Of our ßuilt an humbling sense. 

5 Takein kindnesswhat weofler, — 

Willing gifta from soula sincere; 
Leave us not from foea to süßer 

Roua'd to rage by guilty fear; 


From the bloody Herod's sword, 
Thy protection be our guard ! 

6 While we homeward shall be going, 

May thy Messing with us go : 
Cheer us on, thy mercy showing, — 

Still the rage of ev'ry foe ; 
Lead us with thy gentle band, 
Till we reach our father-land. 


Tiioügh manhood's feeble nature 
Our Savior made bis own, 

The godhead's ev'ry feature 
In him was clearly shown. 

2 Earth's wealth and pomp declining, 

His lowly way he trod, 
While through the veil were shining 
The glories of the God. 

3 By him God wrought with power, 

God's image he expressed ; 
God's Spirit was his dower, 
As none beside possess'd. 

4 Of prophets sent by heaven 

With him could none compare ; 
He Israel's hope was given, 
A light to lands afar. 


5 His godhead was diseover'd 

To Bethle'm's shepherd tbrong, 
When angela o'er them hover'd, 
And sang their raptur'd song. 

6 While childhood yet was tender, 

His piety was seen : 
What fruit his graces render ! 
How godlike was his mien ! 

7 His perfcct approbation 

God gave him from above ; 
Men show'd their admiration, — 
None could w r ithhold their love. 

8 For highest worth he nerv'd him, 

On this he kept his view ; 
Ye angels here who serv'd him, 
Make him your pattern too ! 

9 Here learn we virtue's mcasurc ; — 

His early days to fill, 
It was his highest pleasure 
To do his Father'a will. 

10 God's glory he is sccking, 

Nor waita for riper years; 
He hears when Wisdom's speaking, 
And pondera what he hears. 

11 Aasemble now, ye sages, 

And listen while he speaks: 


The wisdom of long ages 

From lips of childhood breaks. 

12 From doubt and error turning, 

Ye teachers, hear him teach : 
From him a knowledge learning, 
Your schools eould never reach. 

13 'T is wisdom all he 's saying, 

And, with attractions new, 
The way of life displaying, 
His doctrine all is true. 

14 How blest the child that chooses 

Religion forhis part ; — 
While evil he refuses, 

To virtue gives his heart ! — 

15 In size and knowledge growing, 

Like Jesus he shall prove — 

While men their love are showing, 

God too will show him love. 

16 The words of Christ regarding, 

In youth he shall be blest ; 
Honors his age re warding, 
His end be endless rest. 



The world enslav'd to sin, 
Werc loaded with its curses ; 

'T was then that God would sbow 
The fullness of his mercies, 
And sends a herald forth 
The tidings to declare — 
That novv his Son, their King, 
Is with salvation near. 

2 The messenger is come, 
And of the king gives warning ; 

He shines, a steady light, 
With holy zeal is burning ; 
While sinners of all ranks 
He bids their guilt deplore : 
And on his spirit rest 
Elijah's, and his pow'r. 

3 The faithful John proclaiins 
Upon the banks of Jordan, — 

" The beav'nly King is nigh, 
u Repent, and teek for pardon ! 
u Lo ! the Redeemer oomea ! 
" Bear fruits of righteousness ! — 
"And thus shall [srael's God 
u Jlis mourning people blesa." 

4 1 [e own'd — " I am not Ile ! 

" But show you the anointcd ; " 


And to his hearers cried, 
While he to Jesus pointed, — 
" Behold the Lamb of God, 
" Whose blood, for sinners spilt, 
" A fountain shall supply 
M To wash away their guilt ! " 

O what a Word was that ! 
To us the message reaches ; 

And shall we not accept 
The mercy that it teaches ] 

Hail to the Lamb of God, 

By John so clearly shown 

The Savior of the world ; 

And be his praises known ! 

This word, O Lord, reveals 
The myst'ry of salvation ; 

May it thy glory sound 
To ev'ry clime and nation ! 

Who peni tent believes, 

Has joys unknown before ; 

And, when his course is done, 

Shall live forevermore. 

J. A. Schlegel, d. 1793. 


That men to truth mi^ht not be strangers, 
— The truth that has its source above, — 


Might thus escape sin's fearful dangers, 

And purify their hearts in love ; 
For this, Lord, thou wast liither sent, 
For this thy life on carth was spent. 

2 This daily was thy great employment, — 

How active was thy ceaseless care ! 
In this was centred thy enjoyment, 
Nor would thy love its efTorts spare 
That, by display of truth so bright, 
The darken'd world mi^ht see the light. 

3 The light, that shows God's mercy given 

And teaches all we need to know ; 
The light, that shows the way to heaven 
And how that way we should pursue ; 
The light that cheers our prospects here, 
Till we in perfect light appear. 

4 To shed this light, so pure and holy, 

On wretched man — what ills were borne 
]>y thee ! — what soorn from human folly ! 
Ye\ all OOuld not thy purpose turn ; 

So great thy patienoe to endure 
Whatever might thy work Beoure. 

5 And, Lord, thy lifo abides forever — 

The life which thou hast liv'd below, — 
The riebest Messing of God's favor, 

For which to hiiu our thanks we ow r e. 


A blessing, too, that bids us raise 
To thee, Redeenier, songs of praise. 

6 Great Teacher, now accept our praises, 
For thy salvation clearly shown : 
May all in sin's delusive mazes 

Thy grace and truth be brought to own ! 
And we, here faithful to thy love, 
Enjoy thy perfect light above ! 

J. S. Dieteeich, d. 179T. 


Jesus, of what we should approve, 

Thou art the bright example ; 
Thy heart, warm in the Father's love. 

Was virtue's living temple ; 
And with his glorious image seal'd, 
Thou, in thy lowly state wast fill'd 
With wisdom, pow'r and goodness. 

2 To do the Father's will, Whose aim 

Was ever shown so zealous 1 

Who, for the honor of his name, 

Was ever found so jealous 1 
Thine was no selfish interest, 
The ruling object of thy breast 
Was but to work his pleasure. 


3 To see proud man Ilis grace refuse 

Depress'd thy soul with sadness ; 
Were any brought that grace to choose, — 

It thrill'd thy heart with gladness : 
On bis depended all thy will, — 
To Hirn thine eye waslooking still, 

With meekness and reliance. 

4 Before the world, by word and deed, 

Thou praise to Hirn didst ofier ; 
Wast ready too as he decreed, 

For our relief to sufFer : 
And as the Father's name is Love, 
So thy dclight, all eise above, 

Was found in showing mercy. 

5 Nor could the injuries or wrath 

Of man, to murmurs move theo ; 
True to thy God, in griefs and death, 

Thou on the cross didst prove tliee : 
Thy courage never falter'd once, 
Jn him was plao'd thy oonfidence, 

So cheerful and iniwavYing. 

G Thy bope was oonstant in bis aame, 
With Booffera all around thee ; 
And when thine hour of darkneas came, 

( Sonfiding still it found thee : 
Thy bope was met ; — thy God was there, 
He heard and an9wer'd then my pray*r, — 
Thou wast iVoin death deliver'd. 


7 By him wast thou in glory thron'd, 

Angels on high adore thee : 
There, saints their grateful songs resound, 

And cast their crowns before thee, — 
Proclaiming — " Worthj is the Lamb 
M Who died for us, — and to his name 
" Be worship, praise, and power ! " 

8 Grant, Lord, that to resemble thee 

May be our highest pleasure ; 
That we too, in God's love, may see 

Our noblest, richest treasure ; — 
May in his providence confide, 
And fearless all his will abide, 

In living and in dyina 


Most holy Jesus ! — Fount unfailing 
Of joy all other joys excelling, 

Thou art the fount of holiness. 
The brightest cherubim before thee, 
The seraphim, who there adore thee, 
Compar'd with thee sink in disgrace. 
A pattern thou for me, — 
O may I eopy thee, 
Holy Savior ! 
And, Jesus, now Thy help bestow, 
And teach me to be holy too ! 


2 Most humble Jesus! — self-denying, 
Wiih all tby Father's will complying, 

To death thou didst bis will pursue : 
My spirit with like temper arming, 
My actions to thy lifo conforming, 
My pride and way wardness subdue ! 
May I, like thee, be mild ; 
With feelings of a child 
Truly humble : 
And, Jesus, now Thy help bestow, 
And teach me to be humble too ! 

3 O watchful Jesus ! — without slumber, 
By toils and sorrows out of number, 

Thou wast encircled night and day ; 
By day, in ceaseless labor keeping, 
AVliole nights before thy God wast weeping, 
Forgetful not to watch and pray. 
Grant thou, O Lord, to me 
That I may also be 
Ever watchful ! 
JTes, Jesus, now Thy help bedtow, 
And teach nie to be watchful too ! 

4 tender Jesus! — kindeel Savior, 
What love an»! mildness ofbehavior 

Didst thou maintain to friend and foe ! 
So God to all tlic sun is sending, 
To all bis fruitfu] show'rs extending, 

Though thanksto hira they nevershow. 


Like thee, Lord, would I love, 

Myself I thus would prove 
Thy disciple : 
And, Jesus, now Thy help bestow 
And teach me to be tender too ! 

5 Most gentle Jesus ! — unoffending, 
Thy foes, with injuries unending, 

To wrath could not thy spirit rouse. 
Unmov'd, while shame on thee is pouring, — 
Indignant zeal thy soul devouring, 

When shame is shown thy father's house. 
My Savior, I would be 
Thus gentle, — and like thee 
Timely zealous : 
And, Jesus, now Thy help bestow, 
And teach me to be gentle too ! 

6 Great Heir of all ! — Thou King most worthy ! 
Though angels ceas'd not to adore thee, — 

Contented here with mean estate, 
A servant's only thy condition, 
'T was thine to yield entire Submission, 
For seif assuming nothing great. 
O Lord, this temper give, 
That I on earth may live 
Ever lowly ! 
Yes, Jesus, now Thy help bestow, 
And teach me to be lowly too ! 


7 Unspotted Jesus ! — thy demeanor 
Was chaste and pure in all its tenor ; 

A perfect modesty was thine 
In thought and word, in look and feeling ; 
Thy manners, dress, and aets revealing 
A soul of purity divine. 

Dear Savior, I would strive 
Like thee bclow to live 
Pure and blameless. 
And, Jesus, now Thy help bestow, 
And teach ine to live spotless too ! 

8 Most temp'rate Jesus ! — in thy trials 
We find, in all thy self-denials, 

Example for our guidance still. 

When hunger press'd, — it never hinderd 

The service to thy Father render'd, — 

Thy hunger was to do his will. 

Lord, teach me in thy school 

My appetites to rule, 

Temp'rance learning. ^ 
Yes, Jesus, now Thy help bestow, 
And teach nie to be temp'rate too ! 

9 Now, hear mc, Jesus — my chief pleasure, 
Conform nie riilly to thy measure, 

And let me bear thine Image bright ! 
Thy Spirit and thy strength bcstowing, 
That I, in ev'ry virtue growing, 

May ripen for the world oflight. 


O may thy love with pow'r, 
Constrain me more and more, 
Faithful Savior ! 

Yes, Jesus, thou Wilt grace bestow, 

That I may reign in glory too. 

G. Abnold, d. 1740. 


How great the wonders wrought by thee ! 
At thy command diseases flee, 

Their scourge is feit no longer ; 
The devils now their victims yield, 
And Satan, baffled, quits the field, — 

The strong one finds a stronger. 
The raging Storni at once is still : 
Thy steady feet, if such thy will, 
Walk on the floods that vainly rave ; 
Thy path is o'er the foaraing wave — 
This is an hour Displays a pow'r 

All should adore, : 
And never doubt thy godhead more. 

2 We see the blind restor'd to sight, 
The deaf, now list'ning with delight, 

Their way with thee pursuing : 
The dying leave their bed of pain, 
The buried walk on earth again, 

Their ended life renewing : 


Where crowds were famishing for bread, 
There now by thee arc thousands fed, — 
Sweet as thy new-created wine 
They drink thy heavenly doctrine in. 
Each soul distress'd That seeks thy rest 

Is fully blest, — 
Of all good gifts thine are the best. 

3 In thee all might and wisdom stor'd, 

With goodness join'd, proclaim thee Lord, — 

The rocks might well proclaim it. 
But scoffers would more wonders see, — 
In scorn of all thy works and thee, 

New proof they ask, — and name it : — 
" The sun must at his bidding stand, 
" The moon, abide at his command ; 
" Let him of time roll back the course ; 
" Or rise through sky to God his source ; — 
" When this is done, It will be shown, 

"And we will own 
" Ile is indeed God's equal Son." # 

4 Ere shepherds to thy manger came, 
The skies had witness'd to thy claim, 

Unwonted light displaying : 
Again their op'ning vault appear'd, — 
The Fatber theo his lovc declar'd 

To thee, at Jordan praying: 
Thcn too, the Spirit from above, 
Descending on thee as a dove, 


Call'd on the world in thee to own 
Messiah, Christ, the promis'd one. 
All wisdom's thine ; While pow'r divine 

And goodness join 
That here in flesh the God may shine. 

5 In mercy is thy pleasure still, 

No flames of vengeance at thy will 

Against revilers b Urning : 
So, when for fire disciples pray'd, 
Thy tender pity was display'd, 

Their thoughts to mercy turning. 
But, sinners, dare not to presume ! 
He, who triumphant bursts the tomb, 
Whom Qod from grave to glory brings, 
And there enthrones hirn King of kings, — 
Will ever reign The pride to stain 

Of mortals vain 
Who treat his gospel with disdain. 

6 To earth thou yet wilt come again, 
Before the gather'd sons of men 

To work thy greatest vvonder. 
Enthron'd on clouds wilt thou appear, 
When friend and foe thy doom shall hear, — 

Then, ever part asunder. 
Let sinners dread that final doom ! 
To saints thou wilt with favor come : 
By thee they find a mercy seat, 
And now in faith thy Coming wait. 


Thy wondrous pow'r, Thy wisdom's störe, 

Thy goodness, more, 
And truth, dear Savior, we adore. 


Christ, our bliss — all joys combining, 
Thy face above the sun is shining, 
A glitt'ring robe thy form arrays ; 
Glory bright from thee is beaming, 
The voice of truth thy worth proclaiming, 
While from the Father's mouth it says 
In love's endearing tone — 
" This is my only Son, 
" Me well pleasing : 
u Ilis wish regard ! And your reward 
" Be endless glory with the Lord ! " 

2 Can one glimpse, so quickly over, 
SuÜice us, Jesus, to discover 

The splendors of thy high cstate 1 
All its wonders to be telling, 
We need to build for thee a dwelling, 
And evermore around thee wait. 
Dear Savior, al thy öide 
Joy, bealth and peace abide — 
Ilere, Lord, with thee 'T is good to be, 
From ev'ry care and BOXTOW Inc. 


Lord of life, to earth returning, 
Our bodies with thy light adorning, 
Give us thy splendor then to see ! 
When our dust, o'er grave victorious, 
And, fashion'd like His body glorious, 
Shall splendid and immortal be, — 
Far brighter light will shine 
Than, Tabor, e'er was thine ! 
While Hosannas 
Of higher praise Our tongues shall raise, 
On Zion's hill, through endless days. 


Our Lord wept o'er Jerusalem 

In sin yet unrelenting ; 
Think, then, what joy it gives to him 

When sinners are repenting : 
And How to his own people's cry 
Can he a gracious ear deny ? 
These tears, too, fully manifest 

That Jesus Christ — 
He is the faithful Great High-priest. 

2 Yes, Jesus, and these tears of thine 
For rae make intercession, 

When I from duty's path decline, 
Too heedless of transgression. 

Their price in God's esteem is high, 


And none who thither turn their eye 
Of hope, — for guilt sincerely grieve, 

And sin will leave, 
But that from God shall grace receive. 

3 And Have they not a voice to speak 

Their solemn adraonition ? — 
A voice that in my soul should wake 

A deep, sincere contrition ? 
O suffer not that earthly cares 
At once command my ready tears, 
While, in this erring heart of mine, 

Sorrow for sin 
Can brief admission scarcely win. 

4 Füll oft rny spirit is depress'd, 

And bitter tears betide me ; 
The sight of crime afflicts my breast, 

The scoffing world deride me : 
Beneath such trials lest I sink, 
'T will give new courage then to think 
The hatred which to thce they prov'd 

Whom thou hadst lov'd, 
To tears thy tender pity mov'd. 

5 Lord, all my tears thyself dost see, 

And in their order set them ; 
Though many are forgot by me, 

Thou never will forget them : 
These, all remember'd, each apart, 
So riiove with sympathy thy heart, 


That, while through trials I proceed 

Where thou hast led, 
Thou cheerest me in all my need. 

6 The Christian, who with pious tears 

Is to the Spirit sowing, 
Shall reap, when his reward appears, 

A harvest overflowing. 
Shall reap such blessings as excel 
All we conceive, or tongue could teil, — 
For trifling sorrows of an hour, 

Abundant störe 
Of joys to last forevermore. 

7 Once, grief and shame entwin'd thy head, 

Our sins thy soul encumber'd ; 
Tears were by thee in torrents shed 

While with transgressors number'd 
But now thy sorrows all are done, 
Above is fix'd thy shining throne, 
And thither soon thou 'lt welcome me, 

To honor thee, 
For all thy tears, eternally. 

J. Heebmaxn, d. 164T. 


Great thy sorrows, injur'd Jesus, 

That with joy we might be crown'd : 
Thou, from bondage to release us, 

293 hymns from' the german. 

Art as malefactor bound. 
Schemes of cruel foes thou knewest, 
Back, to shun them, never drewest ; 
But, in holy courage strong, 
Goest forth to meet their wrong. 

2 More than twelve of angel-legions, 

That Surround thy Father's throne, 
Quick would leave the heavenly regions, 

For the rescue of his Son : 
At thy call would fly to save thee, 
Crush the foes that scorn and brave thee,- 

Yet, for vengeance or defense, 

Callest thou no legions thence. 

3 Nor the strength of thy high nature 

Leaves thy manhood now alone : 
But, redeeraing thy lost creature, 

Boundless might in grace is shown. 
Only let the word be spoken, 
All thy fetters soon were broken, — 

And the throngof scoflmgfoes 

Plung'd in helpless, hopeless woes. 

4 On they come — now, backward fl) ing, 

Proatrate&ll beforethy word — 

" I am IIc!" — Bui*e proof Bupplyiog 

Of thy pow'i- and oourage, Lord. 
Thee todic DO 0O6 lias driven, 
Uü for us by choiee is given ; — 


And, our guilty souls to free, 
. Shame and bonds are borne by thee. 

5 'T is to break our chains forever, 

Thou art bound by wicked hands ; 
To complete God's scheine of favor, 

Sparest thou the soldier-bands ; — 
A id of friendly sword repellest, 
Wound of eager foe-man healest ; 

Freely takest fetters on, — 

Though no evil thou hast done. 

6 Should thou here account ine worthy 

For thy sake to suffer shame ; 
Grant ine, Jesus, I implore thee, 

Grace to honor thy dear name : 
Bonds, reproach — all — I can bear it, 
Only give thy cheering Spirit, 

And with joy I'll spend my breath, 

Serving thee, by life, or death. 

J. J. Eambach, d. 1735. 


How trying to the heart 
The wound that friends impart ! 
To thee, Lord, far more bitter 
Than büßet, stripe, or fetter, 
That, when thy foes assail thee, 
Thy chosen twelve should fail thee. 


2 The danger scarcely near, 
These all are fill'd with fear : 

They who could boast so loudly, 
And were so ready — proudly 
To prove their faith by dying, 
Their safety seek, by flying. 

3 Who boldly drew his sword, — 

E'en Peter — leaves his Lord ; 
He flees, with panic taken ; — 
Sham'd thee to have forsaken, 
Returns ; — but on new trial, 
Falls deeper by denial. 

4 Is faith in Peter found ? 
When safe, he Jesus own'd, 

Hirn as the Christ proclaiming, 
With zeal and courage flaming, — 
But now, when danger tries hira, 
He, with an oath, denies him. 

5 But soon thy look, O Lord, 
Him to himself restor'd, 

His guilt most deeply feeling : 
— Sorrow his lips is sealing, — 
W'hile tears in torrents pouring, 
For mercy are imploring. 

6 Ile sought, — he found iL there : 
then, let none despair, 

But ask forgiveness rather ! 


God is a graeious father, 
And sins, feit as a bürden, 
Through Christ may find a pardon. 

7 Had e'en the traitor too, 
After his deed of woe, 

Sought grace, with godly mourning, 
To the betray'd returning, — 
"VVhat hasted his perdition, 
That blood had seal'd remission. 

8 Bat he who mov'd the plot, — 
Satan, — forsakes it not, 

Exciting guilty terrors, 
Till Judas' growing errors 
Make him of seif the hater, 
To his own soul a traitor. 

9 How dreadful his award ! 
Mortals, be on your guard ! 

Still Satan frights, entices. 
Lord, show us his devices ! 
Be thou our strength and tower, 
To save us from his power. 

10 Should any guilt divide — 
(O may it ne'er betide !) 
Me from thy holy keeping ; 
Make me like Peter, — weeping, 
For grace to thee repairing, — 
Not, Judas-like, despairing ! 


157 peter's DENIAL. 

Urg'd, Lord, by sinful terror, 

Peter denied thy name : 
Soon, conscious of his error, 

He rnourn'd his guilt with shame : 
Thy look with sorrow fill'd his breast, 
He sought thy pard'ning mercy, 
And was with pardon bless'd. 

2 After, how grew this martyr 

In faith and hardihood ! 
He scorn'd thy truth to barter, 
But seal'd it with his blood : 
For thee his Lord he spent his brcath, 
In life dcclar'd thy glory, 
And honor'd thee in death. 

3 My soul is in disquiet, 

'T is fillVl with constant pain : 
'T were useless to deny it, 

From thee concealment's vain, 
And, Lord, I now eonfoss with grief 
Thy oame I have dishonor'd, — 
() graut my soul relief! 

4 Whcn loud the bold blasnhemer, 

Arnid tlie BCoffing crowd, ' 
KeviTd thee, my Eledeemer, 

77///na]iH', my Lord and God ! 


I durst not own myseif to be 

A Christian ;- — basely fearing 
Eevilers more than thee. 

5 Lord, thou hadst freely offer'd 

Thy life's blood in my place, — 
And still by thee was proffer'd 
For me all needed grace. 
Wfaat vile ingratitude was mine, 
That I, the friend of scofFers 
Would rather seem than thine. 

6 I own, deep sorrow feeling, 

My fear was strangely base : 
Forgive me, Lord, reveaiing 
The strangeness of thy grace. 
Ön Peter feil thy pitying eye — 
may thine eye of pity 
Pass my transgression by ! 

7 And may this time of sorrow 

Be ever in my mind ; 
Thence may thy service borrow 
New cords my love to bind. 
Far sooner than thy name deny, 
For that dear name, a martyr 
Would I like Peter die. 

8 May but thy favor arm me, 

Then all reproach is vain : 
Whate'er is meant to härm me 


Shall only work my gain. 
Let all my foes their strength unite, 
And marshal all their terrors, 
Pm fearless in thy might. 

9 From thee what shall divide me *? 
Henceforward I will own, 
Should all the world deride me, 
Jesus my Lord alone : 
And when before thy judgment brought, 
If here I shall confess thee, 
Thou wilt deny me not. 

B. Mükxter, d. 1793. 


The Lord of our salvation 

Must now to judgment go ! 
At such humiliation, 

Shall we no wonder show ? 
'Gainst Jesus, the unspotted, 

Of Jews the promis'd Ilead, 
Their Council long had plotted, 

Ile 's now their pris'ncr led. 

2 Wiih impious haste and daring, 
To glut their eheriah'd kate, 

Their scheine afore preparing, 
They hurry on his täte. 


Their wrath, to für y raging, 

The innocent condemns : 
His blood alone assuaging 

Its fierce malignant flames. ' 

3 His holy words and living — 

To whom were these unknown ? 
"VVho most, their favor giving, 

W ere bound his worth to own ? 
Who most ow'd him protection 1 

None more should guard his cause, 
Than they who claim'd direction 

Of worship and its laws. 

4 But here false proofs were render'd 

By base and perjurd men ; 
The holy one was slander'd, 

As if the slave of sin : 
Here justice was denied him, 

The Judge's sin disgrac'd ; 
As falsehood had belied him, 

The guilty doom was pass'd. 

5 The place bore degradation, 

The court a shameful blot, 
From Jesus' condemnation, — 

His innocence, no soot. 
He spoke not, — his not speaking 

Their calumny disprov'd ; 
While they their rage were wreaking, 

His spirit was unmov'd. 


C O that, to wrODg perverted, 

Were found no judges still, 
AVhose pow'er is e'er exerted 

To work the rightcous ill ! 
No place, tbough once devoted 

To virtue and to God, 
That now is strangely noted 

For perjury and blood ! 

7 Keep me, Lord, from deceiving ! 

Whate'er is right and true, 
Thy gnidancc never leaving, 

I onward would pursue : 
In spcaking or refraining, 

Would own thy gontlc yoke, 
From ev'ry thing abstaining, 

Resentment to provoke. 

8 Reproach guard mc from saying 

To those reproaching me ; 

From hate with hate repaying : 

Thus m:iy 1 fbllow thee ! 
I will no inj'ry ofler, 

Ami \i\ in du! \ 's place, 

1 .still iiiiist inj'ries Miller, 

l'll trust me to thy grace. 

u. J. Bn«, d. 1811. 



Behold the man ! How heavy lay 

On him the sinner's bürden! 
"VVhat grievous price had he to pay 

That we might hope for pardon ! 
Such sorrows, since the world began, 
Before were never seen by man, 

Nor since on earth been witness'i 

2 The Prince of life, to glory born, 

Our Savior here, hereafter, 
Now bears the Jewish rulers' scorn, 

Their taunts, and jeering laughter ; 
As malefactor he is seiz'd, 
Accus'd. clefam'd, — the crowd are pleas'd, 

And join the proud derision. 

3 Their fury, raging unrestrahvd, 

To grosser insuit urges ; 
With fetters bound. with blood distain'd, 

With buffets bruisVJ and scourges, 
A reed Ins sceptre, thorns his crown, 
In purple robes for mock'ry shown, — 

He Stands before revilers. 

4 His heathen Judgo, of foreign birth, 

Is with compassion taken ; 
He brings him to his brethren forth, 

Their pity to awaken : — 
u Behold the man ! — there's no offense. 


" I can't condemn while innocence 
"So strongly pleads to save him ! n 

5 In vain ! — alas, 't was all in vain, 

This plca of gentile stranger ; 
The mad, infuriate, Jewish train 

Grow bold in Jesus' danger. 
His death alone can satisfy 
Their rage: — with deafning shout they cry, 

To Pilate,— *Crucify him! " 

6 Thou canst not, but with horror, think 

That this devoted nation 
Thus mix their cup of wrath to drink 

To distant generation. 
Think too, my soul, how 't is with thee ! 
What are thy sins ? — and art thou free 

From guilt for death of Jesus ] 

7 Behold the man ! — it was for thee 

His shame and griefs were Buffer'd ; 
Novv hear him say — u Behold, in ine, 

"The victim for thee offer'd! 
"The guilt was thuie, its iearful load 

"I bore, atoning with my blood, 

" I died, from death to save thee ! " 

8 ]31cst Jesus, God's beloved Sun ! 

Who all my sins removcst, — 
Exalted to thy Father'i throne, 
Show that my soul thou lovest ! 


And let thy griefs and death, O Lord, 
New life and peace to me afford, — 
Thus glorify thy mercy ! 

9 And when the world, when flesh and blood 

To paths of sin allure me ; 
That I may keep the heav'nly road, 

Froni wand'ring to secure me, 
In mercy cry to me — " Behold 
M The man, who sufFer'd ills untold 

" For thee ! — Wilt thou forsake me ? " 

10 Redeemer, I have sworn to thee, 

— Let not my purpose waver ! — 
As my God liveth, — that in me 
Thy love shall rule forever : 
And May the mem'ry of thy death 
And sorrows, while I have my breath, 
Constrain me to be faithfUl ! 

B. Muextee, d. 1793. 


Come now, my soul, thy thonghts engage 

On what by Christ was spoken, 
When on the cross man's deadly rage 

With griefs his heart had broken. 
His words may prove A gift of love, 

The best his love could offer ; 
Keep them in störe, And learn their pow'r, 

When call'd thy seif to suffer. 


2 What then employ ? d bis care the most, 

Of his first pray'r the bürden, 
Was that the seoffing, cruel host 

Front God should lind a pardon. 
"Forgive ! forgive ! And let them live ! 

" My Father, O forgive them ! 
" They little know What 't is they do, — 

" Their darken'd hearts deeeive them." 

3 How good, for hate to render luve. — 

'T is what his pray'r would teach us, — 
Nor seek, by infry, to remove 

The injuries that reach us. 
'T would also teach — In gracc how rieh 

The man who, when with rudeness 
Malignant focs His good oppose, 

Opposes only goodness. 

4 To Mary then he made address, 

Where she with John was mourning; 
And from his cross sooth'd her distree», 

His heart with pity yearning; 
"Mothcr, thy son Bebold! — thia one 

" Belov'd by nie, will love thee ! " — 
u Tby mother Bee! And do for me 

u As love to both sliall move thee !" 

5 So, Lord, thy frienda Bhall ever share 

Thy love. oor meef denial : 
Thou watchest them with tender care, 
Jn seasons of their trial : 


By deed and word, Wilt help afford, 

When sorrows may depress them : 
In all their grief, Wilt give relief, 

And with new mercies bless them. 

6 Then, next, our Savior spake the word 

To one this pray'r addressing — 
" Eemember me with favor, Lord, 

"And grant me then thy blessing, 
" When thou the throne And glorious crown 

" Shalt take, as Prince of Heaven ! n 
Said He— " The bliss Of Paradise 

" To thee, this day, be given ! " 

7 How sweet this promise to assuage 

The cares of saints who hear it ! 
Should Death redouble all his rage, 

No longer shall they fear it. 
With all his pow'r, What can he more 

Than soul and body sever ] 
While they shall rise, To perfect joys 

In Paradise forever. 

8 But while the malefactor's joy 

Thy words, O Lord, awaken, 
Yet deeper griefs thy soul employ, 

Now by thy God forsaken. 
" Eli ! my God ! So great a load 

" Why am I doom'd to suffer ! 
u That when I cry To thee on high, 

" No answer thou wilt offer. : ' 


9 Learn hence this lesson, O my soul, — 

When griefs from God assail thee, 
When waves of sorrow o'er thee roll, 

Let not thy patience firil thee ! 
Till life be past, Hope to the last 

To see the storm abating ! 
In faith abide ; Through him who died, 

For mercy pleading, waiting. 

10 He speaks again, and feebly cries, 

— His thirst from anguish growing, — 
"I thirst !" — Thus spake he whose supplies 

Of life to all are flowing. 
What can it mean ! — It thence is seen 

How he was bow'd with curses, 
For crimes of thine Through years of sin, 

That thou might sing of mercies. 

1 1 And further, too, well may it teach — 

How much it meets his pleasure, 
That still his cross, in all and each, 

Of good should work its measure. 
Be ye aware Whose anxious care 

Your thirst for grace is showing, — 
To give you drink, Himself would sink 

With thirst — his blood bestow ing. 

12 And when his strength well nigh was gone 

His soul with griefia rcplenish'd, 
Then said he — " Now the work is done ! " 
But, What work then was finish'd 1 


'Twas often told By seers of old, — 

Through ages 't was preclicted, 
That on the Son, For sins our own, 

Such griefs should be inflicted. 

13 T is finish'd ! What for thee remains ? 

Wouldst thou the work go over, 
As if the sinner's toil and pains 

Could help his guilt to cover ] 
The work is done ! Well be it known — 

Naught can be added to it. 
'T is thine, by faith, To trust his death, 

And by thy living show it. 

14 His sorrows now have reach'd their end, — 

" Receive," he cries, " my spirit ! 
" This, Father, I to thee commend, 

"Thy glory to inherit." 
His God receives The soul that leaves 

The heart that death is chilling : 
Thus from his woes He found repose, 

The plan of grace fulfiliing. 

15 Grant, O rny God, that such an end 

May, when I die, attend me ! 
That I with joy into thy hand 

Of mercy may commend me ! 
And when my Lord's Last spoken words 

My last words too are spoken, 
Then let me rise To take the prize 

Of bliss that's never broken ! 

Paul Gerhard, d. 16T6. 



'Tis finishcd !" — thus, in tortures dying, 
Spake Jesus with triumphant voiec ; 

Words, from our fears relief supplving, 
Whicb bid confiding souls rejoice 
That now the oflf'ring is complete 
Whereby to find a mercy-seat. 

2 Our Savior dies ! — the rocks arc shaken, 

In darkness hides the glimm'ring sun, 
And sleeping saints from death awaken, — 
The grave for them is open thrown : 
Earth quakes, — the temple-vcil divides, — 
Nothing the seat of merey hides. 

3 IIow much, O Lord, art thou fulfilling, 

While Death and Hell their pow'r displaj ! 
Thy agonies the wrath are stilling 
Which on a World of sinners lay. 
The work is done ! therc necds no more, 
But that for mercy \ve implore. 

4 Our all to thee, Lord, we tender, 

No lese thy benefita require ; 
Help us, that we fche Bervice render, 
To which our grateful hearts aspire: 
With needed Btrength our weakness mcet, 
That we our oflTring inay complete. 

'5 Oft painful fears of Death alarni us: — 

O nerve us for that tryiug hour ! 


May then the courage füll} 7 arm us 

Wherewith thou hast subdued his pow'r : 

Thus, by thy strength bronght conq'rors through, 

We will exclaim — M 'T is finish'd ! " too. 

J. E. Schmidt, d. 1745. 


Let tears descend ! Man's neblest friend, 

In deeds of love untiring, 
Now, amid reproach and shame, 

Is with thieves expiring. 

2 Let tears descend ! Man's injured friend 

In snares of Hell is taken : 
What the grief his soul endures, 
While by all forsaken ! 

3 Let tears descend ! Man's suffring friend 

His soul to God is breathing: 
Ransom for a guilty world 

By his death bequeathing. 

4 Let tears descend ! Man's faithful friend 

In dreary grave is lying : 
Weep no more ! Sweet sleep is there 
Rest and strength supplying. 

5 Weep, weep no more ! Our Lord, with pow'r, 

Without corruption seeing, 
Shall from death, in glory new, 
Rise to endless being. 

C. W. Eamler. 



Now to the tomb Thyself art come, 
Who, death for us enduring, 

Didst bear the curse for sin, 
Eternal life procuring. 

2 Death wrought his will On thee, and still 
Our life in thee reposes, 

As of weak mortals now 
The grave thy form incloses : 

3 Yet, in the grave, Thy God shall save 
Thee, from corruption seeing : 

And soon be shown thy pow'r 
From death thy body freeing. 

4 Yes, and at last, When Time is past, 
Us from the grave thou'lt waken ; 

And why should now our hearts 
With fear of it be shaken ? 

5 Nay, we will there Till thou appear, 
In peace and hopc recline us; 

Then, through thy death, to thee 
From death and grave will join us. 

G Ye, whom in chains The world detains, 
May at corruption trcmble : 

Through Christ, our inoukler'd flesh 
Ilis body shall rcsemble. 


7 No, — nothing's lost, Sure is our trust, 
The very dust that's sleeping, 

For gloiy purified, 
Shall leave the earth's safe keeping. 

8 Then let the grave Our bodies have, 
This matter nothing grieves us : 

The thinking on thy grave 
From all such care relieves us. 


Dying a guilty world to save, 
Jesus the shout of vict'ry gave, 
With his last breath " 'Tis done ! n he cried, 
In silent wonder, round the throne 
The angels stood, when to the Son — 
"The work is finish'd! " — God replied. 
The heavens heard, and raise 
New songs of sacred praise 
To God the Son. 
He conquers, — for the vict'ry dies ! 
Thus Judah's Lion wins the prize ! 

2 He left the tomb, with glory crown'd, 
God, reconcil'd, the ransom own'd ; — 

The curse of Sinai rules no more : 

Who now thy triumphs, Grave, shall sing ? 
Relentless Death, where is thy sting? 

Ye're captives to the victor's pow'r. 


'Tis done, in Hell's despite, 
This work of grace and (night, — 
Jesus be prais'd ! 
Great Death-destroyer ! witb tbine aid, 
Of Death who now shall be afraid ? 

3 Assert, victorious King, tby throne ! 
A people shall thy sceptre own, 

Unnumber'd as the morning dew : 

They're safe who put in thee their trust! 
Zion, all glorious from the dust, 
Thou wilt restore with honors new. 
Though fire and sword impede, 
The church shall rise : — the deed, 
Jesus, is thine ! 
Hell rages, — this but swells thy praise, 
Thy vict'ries all its fury raise. 

4 Thou wilt appear to judge our raee, — 
Grant me, Redeemer, then a place 

Among the saints upon thy right ! 
Thou Savior from avenging doom 
When Sames shall earth and skies consume, 
Afore prepare rnc fbr thy sight! 
High-seated on thy throne, 
The Conq'ror, God's own Son, 
Thy graoe bestow ! 

That I may luve thy serviee here, 

And with thy saints at last appear. 



My Savior lives ! — and through death's dreary gloom 

Now streams the dawn of day, 
The Prince of life to us with life is come ! 
The grave has lost its prey ! 
In death awhile he slumber'd, 

Now wakes with strength to save ; 
No more with sorrows cumber'd, 
He left them in the grave. 

2 My Savior leads ! — and Hell, and Grave, and Death 

Are driven back to Night ! 
My'soul he strengthens now with cheerful faith, 

To seek his home of light. 
Through shades of Death, — beside me, — 

And through the grave, — still on, 
He heavenward will guide me, 

The path himself has gone. 

3 My Savior reigns ! — on high in glory reigns ! 

His throne shall ever last ! 
With power divine the sceptre he sustains, 

His trials all are past. 
At death my trials closing, 

My soul with him shall rest ; 
My flesh, in hope reposing, 

Shall wake, with glory blest. 




Who is this with glory gleaming, 
His features bright with vict'ry beaming, 
That shines amid sepulchral gloom 1 
Mortals ! — of your dread annoyer, 
Of Death — it is the great Destroyer, 
Who now triumphant leaves the tomb. 
His grave is empty now, — 
His foes are lying low 
All around him. 
His praises teil ! O'er Death and Hell, 
In grateful songs, his vict'ry show! 

2 Sin brought Death and desolation, — 
Thou Prince of life and of salvation, 

Of Death thou hast subdu'd the might: 
That to earth peace might be given, 
And man enjoy the hopeof heaven, 
Thyself didst leave the realms of light. 
Thy struggle not for thee, — 
Thy vict'ry, Lord, for me — 
Me a sinner ! 
Thy death endur'd My life secur'd, 
And set my prison'd spirit free. 

3 Jesus, shall I not adore thee? 

My thanks shall never cease before thee, 

Thy praise my heart can ne'er decline. 
Thou for me the fight suatainiDg, — 


In death a perfect vict'ry gaining, — 
Thy vict'ry, Conqueror, is mine. 
My love shall endless prove 
For thy far richer love, 
Mighty Hero : 
Songs too of praise And thanks I raise 
To thee, eternal God above. 

Now, this Conqueror addressing, 
Come, sinners, humbly seek his blessing, 
And fix your faith on Hirn alone ! 
Each with rae now bow before him, 
With songs of grateful praise adore him, 
And teil what he for us has done ! 
His word let all believe, 
As God's own truth receive 
All his teaching! 
He won the prize, And bids us rise 
That in his giory we may live. 

When the cup of Death is tasted, 
For us his terrors all are wasted, — 
Where is his sting % What ean he do ? 
Jesus lives ! — His saints he numbers, 
His voice shall wake us from our slumbers, 
And then our graves be empty too. 
Those who his prornise trust, — 
He'll raise them from the dust — 
Vict'ry shouting. 
The voice — it comes — " Leave now your tombs! 
M Arise, and triumph with the just ! " 



G What a day of bliss surprising, 
When now the Sun of glory rising, 

Shall scatter Death's longgather'd gloom ! 
O what joy and wonder blended, 
When, all our night of darkness ended, 
The morn shall break upon our tomb ! 
Great Leader, guide our way 
On to that glorious day, — 
Lo, \ve follow ! 
Yes, though thy path Shall lead through death, 
We'll follow thee without delay. 

7 Terror, Lord, to Hell thou givest, — 
Thy seif hast died, — and yct thou livest ; 
Thy lifeand reign shall ever last: 

Vict'ry, life, a throne in heaven, 
His world to rule, thy God has given : — 
And tili thy glory shall be past, 
In it, 't will be thy care 
That all thy frieods shall share 
Here, hereafter. 
By thy behest, We hew are blest, 
And look for eudless blessings there. 

B. Muenter, d. 1798. 


Christ our Lorf 18 risen, 

Bursting Death's dark prison: — 
Hüfl iills the angel-hosts with joy, 
And will their endless praise employ. Ilallelujah ! 


Life for us he ofFer'd ; 

Deatb he freely suffer'd, 
To bring immortal life to light : 
Forthis we'll sing with soul and might — " Hallelujah !" 

On the cross suspended, 

There his griefs were ended : 
He now on high in glory lives, 
For us his intercession gives. Hallelujah ! 

Here a feeble stranger, 

None to share his danger, 
Abas'd, the pow'rs of Hell he bound, — 
Now reigns, — bis vict'ry angels sound. Hallelujah! 

Once, the grave his dwelling, 

Now, his deeds are telling 
Whose pow t it is the dead to raise, — 
The ransom'd host proclaim his praise. Hallelujah ! 

\ He, frora condemnation, 
Shows a free salvation, 
For all who will repent, believe, 
And through His blood the grace reeeive. Hallelujah ! 

r Lord, shall we before thee 
With thy saints adore thee % 
Prepare our souls for that employ, 
While here we sing with holy joy — "Hallelujah !" 

Commended but disclaimed by Luther, 



Rejoice, ye saints ! — your fears be gone ! 
Your Lord ascends to take his throne, — 
He conquers ! — with triumphant voice, 
Proclaim his vict'ry and rejoice ! 

2 His conflict here is finish'd now, 
Death is disarm'd, a vanquish'd foe, — 
Peace to the world from God is giv'n, 
And He with glory crown'd in heav'n. 

3 Now all abroad, and to the sky, 
Extol his pow'r and majesty ; 
The seraphim resound his praise, — 
To him your highest anthems raise ! 

4 All nations are his purchas'd right, 
His sceptre rules with grace and might, 
Will ever rule, tili at his feet 

All foes slia.ll to his pow'r submit. 

5 In ev'ry strait TIe is at hand, 
The guardian of his fitithful band ; 
ileis their Elead : — your honors bring, 

And let the Bkies with echo ring! 

G Jesus, accepl our honors due ! 

While we, with praise and rapture, view 
The glorios of the heav'uly throne, 
To which thy God exalts his Bon, 


7 In thee our störe of blessings lies, 
And faith in thee secures the prize 
So dearly purchas'd, with thy blood, 
For all who seek a pard'ning God. 

8 What should we fear % Thou art our Lord, 
Thy pow'r and skill shall be our guard, 
Thy grace, all needed mercies grant, 

Thy fullness, meet our ev'ry want. 

9 We joy, — in hope, when life shall end, 
Eternal life with thee to spend ; 

On earth our pilgrim-service done, 
To serve with angels round thy throne. 

10 O drawus to thee more and more, 
That upward our desires may soar, 
And seek the things that are above, 
Where sits the Savior whom we love. 

11 And may thy throne of glory there 
So sink all earthly joy and care, 
That, from a life of faith below, 
We may ascend to glory too. 

12 Then will we, thou sinners' friend, 
With nobler pow'rs thy fame extend ; 
And, to thy praise, new songs employ 
In regions of eternal joy. 



Lift up now your heads for the Prince everglorious 

Wide open, ye gates ofthe world, to your King! 
He comes, — over Hell and his foes all-victorious, 
He comes his salvation to bring. 

2 He comes, who alone spoiling Dcath of his terrors, 

Can quell our alarms of the opening grave ; 
Who sinners, from bondage to ruinous errors, 
By grace is almighty to save. 

3 Their hands, stead of bonds, the glad palm-branch are 

bearing ; 
And hopes, stead of sorrows, are filling the breast ; 
For prison-groans, songs now their joys are declaring, 
Their troubles are follow'd by rest. 

4 His heralds haste onward the message of heaven, 

Proclaiming salvation, and life from the dead : 
Away the dark clouds of delusion are driven, 
And night's gloomy shadows are (led. 

5 May \ve, King of glory, our honors now bringing, 

For all the rieh tokens to man of thy love; 
In life and in death here thy praisea be singing, 
Theo sing nobler praises ahove. 



Ca» human thonght thy secret counsels measure, 

Our King at God's right band, our sov'reign Lord ] 
We see thee form a people for thy pleasure, 

Thy little flock from ev'ry mischief guard. 
Where is a work of wonder like thine own ? 

An humble work, and yet of glory too ! 

So still, — on earth 't is heeded but by few, 
So great, that angels hail it round thy throne. 

2 Celestial principalities and powers 

Here learn thy wisdom deep, and manifold : 
While, o'er the sinner, righteous vengeance lowers, 

With glad surprise thy mercy they behold. 
Thy law and grace together must unite — 

Can light and darkness then be made agree 1 

Faith wonders : — naught but darkness can we see, 
But all thy darkness only leads to light. 

3 Yes — 't is through death that thou to life art leading, 

The yict'ry is alone for them who yield : 
The shadows thick must first abroad be spreading, 

Before thy morning star can be reveal'd. 
Here clouds of gloom encircle us around, 

Through deserts wild and drear lies oft our way, — 

Till we will hail of light a Single ray, 
Hejoice, when one poor blade of comfort's found. 

4 Thine eye of fire the universe pervading, 

To Thee the secret thoughts of all are known ; 


How oft the hearts, our confidence persuading, 
Are to thy view unsound and faithless shown. 

Thy call and choice, w hat's scorn'd by others, raise, 
The lowly are preferr'd : — men would not spare 
The plant, that in thy garden wins thy care, 

And, more than proudest tree, yields fruit of praise. 

5 The poor man, not the rieh, thy gifts replenish, — 

That praise to thee may ne'er be mix'd with pride ; 
Before thy light must human glory vanish ; 

The glory of thy grace alone abide. 
Thou teachest all — thine all-sufficiency ; 
[ For humble souls thou keepest open door, 

Against the proud thy gates wilt doubly bar, 
Our weakness make us feel in victory. 

6 No change or weakness do thy plans discover ; — 

Who shall presume to form thy council-board % 
Thou dost thy wiH : — and only when 'tis over, 

We then may learn the pleasure of our Lord. 
Here is a land ; — for vengeance ripe it seems ; 

Thou sendest thither messengers of grace ; — 

" 'T is Midnight ! " — is the cry, — but in its place, 
Behold thy merey spreads its morning beams. 

7 A Station here — thou lettest foes destroy it, — 

'T was one, perhaps, of which thy flock wert proud ■ 
There, guardest well from all that would annoy it, 

A barren Held where scarce a blossom blow'd. 
H$r$) wiih thy host display'd in raartial line, 

Struck down in inidst of life, their champion died; 


There, lone and feeble, for relief applied 
A sickly guest, — where now thy temples shine. 

8 As river courses, human hearts thou turnest ; — 

That secret wisdom, Lord, is only thine : 
The vict'ry, oft, with striving long thou earnest, 

But, oft, one word of grace will vict'ry win. 
The wildest tempers to thy beck are tarne, — 

How many foes receive thy gentle sway ! 

The strongest now are led thy willing prey, — 
They stay to bless thee, who for cursing came. 

9 The age of wonders never yet has ended ; — 

Thy name is " Wonderful," nor suffers loss, 
They see it not, whose gl are themselves has blinded, 

When shine abroad the wonders of the cross. 
Still by thy angels are the light'nings sped — 

Lo ! Sennacherib, with his dauntless host, 

Of scorn to thee and people makes his boasfc, — 
The morning com es, — th' insulting foe has fled. 

10 To testify, — with joy thy people hasten, — 

That Israel's Hero thou abidest still ; 
And though thy hand may bow them oft, and chasten, 

They leave thee not, — thy Spirit rules their will. 
So much of light upon our hearts has shone, 

How could we wish to live in darkness more ! 
"Who once has known thee, and thy saving pow'r, 
A thousand times will trust thee — thee ahne. 

11 We of thy glory now can only stammer, 

Although in glory thou art ever great. 


Biest he who, in these times of doubt and clamor, 
By faith maintains allegiance to thy State. 

Now fitful glimpses break the gloom of night, — 
But earth frorn pole to pole shall own thy sway : 
Thy triumphs then shall show, in endless day, 

Thy foolishness is wise, — thy darkness, light. 

A. Knapp, b. 1798 


Our Jesus, now at God's right hand, 
Is high in glory seated : 

Ile reigns in that dear falhcr-land 
From fax with transport greeted, 

Whither our wann affections move, 

And where celestial spirits love 
Hirn, as their Lord, to honor. 

2 Above all principality 

Ilis shining throne he raises, 
The angels' highest rninstrelsy 

In vain would reach bis praises : 
To him the songs of cherubim, 
Responded by the Seraphim, 

Cry M Iloly ! Iloly ! Iloly ! " 

3 All things are subjeot to Ins reign, 

The earth an.l ^kics together, — 
What is, and wliat has ever been, 
The upper world and nether ; 


All pow'r and might of ev'iy name ' 
Shall own, dear Lord, thy sov'reign claim — 
Thy rule is universal. 

4 Thou must too be cur great High-priest, 

Thy blood, our soul's oblation ; 
None eise can shovr our guilt releas'd, 

Or bless us with salvation. 
The grace we need none eise can give, 
For none, like thee, a priest shall live 

To intercede forever. 

5 Bright hopes to us thy love affords, 

To faith thou naught deniest ; 
Thou reignest now the Lord of lords, 

Above all kings the Hiebest : 
Thy throne of righteousness secure 
Through enclless ages will endure, 

Dispensing grace and judgment. 

6 Immanuel ! ever at our side 

Thou'lt be, tili time is ended, 
Through all our pilgrimage to guide, 

With pow'r and mercy bl ended : 
In ev'ry strait wilt bring us through, — 
For us contend and conquer too, — 

Tili Death himself is vanquish'd. 

7 Thou say'st — " Him that shall overcome 

" None from my joys shall sever ; 
" A child of God I'll bring him home, 


" To share my throne forever ; 
" E'en as I too have vict'ry won, 
" And sit upon my Father's throne 

M In majesty and glory." 


The trumpet sounds ! — the day is come ! 

In glory Christ revealing ; 
To men the day of final doom — 

Their state forever sealing. 
He comes ! The Son of man is here, 
Borne on a cloud, see him appear 

Array'd in robes of judgment ! 

2 Earth's fieeting schemes of error fail, 

But firm the truth of ages ; 
Now right decides with even scale, 

And sin receives its wages ; 
Repentance has no longer space, 
Art and deception find no place, — 

'Twere vain to scek false witness. 

3 Ilere, on the brink of ondlcss Pate, 

Each takee Ins sev'ral Station : 
All wlio have lived, both amall and great, 

Sinoe first the world's creation; 
Bach by th 1 Omniscient Beeil, they stand, 
Thongh countless as the ocean's sand, — 

All wait the solemn sentence. 


4 He speaks ! — the list'ning skies are still, — 

All eyes on Jesus centre, 
While awe and dread the bosom fall : — 

"Come ye, your kingdom enter!" 
He says to those who mercy sought: 
And then, — to all who priz'd it not, — 

u Deport from me, ye cursed ! " 

5 Lord, with what resistless might 

Thy doom of justice sounded ! 
The sinners, who refus'd thy right, 

Sink down to Hell, confounded ; 
AVhere meets them deep, unmingled woe, — 
Ah ! Who can ever save them now ? 

All hope is gone forever ! 

6 But lo ! The saints ascend on high, 

Cloth'd with the light of heaven ; 
Their Savior leads them through the sky — 

What burst of joy is given ! 
For now they see, with raptur'd eyes, 
That faith and love receive the prize, 

Through grace rieh, free, abouftding. 

7 And see ! — they take the mansions bright, 

Where God prepar'd their dwelling : 
Like angels now, — and, to their sight, 

Their joys are onward swelling : 
They knew in part, — now, all is clear, — 
Nor doubt, nor sorrow enters here, 

To break their bliss unceasing. 


8 Oft, Jesus, from thy judgment-seat, 
Would I reflection borrow : 
That thus my soul may fearless meet 

The waves of earthly sorrow. 
O teach my hopes above to mount, 
While, mindful of my last account, 
I search thy truth for guidance ! 






To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
While angels bow before him, 

With joy let all the ransom'd host 
Sing praises and adore him. 

(Hymn 51.) 


2 To God — the Father, and the Word, 
And Holy Ghost, — with one accord, 
Let us with angels join to raise 

The song of gratitude and praise. 

Whkn angels « Holy ! Holy ! " cry, 
"Supreme in grace ! n let saints reply, 
And strive in praise to honor most 
The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 

(LT. 70, 75, 114, 122, 13S, 168.) 

3 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost sing praises, 

The God whom Christians love ; 
From sin and fear, from death and Hell he raises, 
To endless joys above. 

(H. 80.) 



4 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, sing praises ! 
He is the God of grace : — and from the mazes 
Of sin, and death, and Hell, he bids us come 
To joys on high — a bright, eternal home. 

<n. 113.) 


5 Now to our God, — the Father, and the Son, 
And Holy Ghost, — be sacred honors done ! 

Let saints below, with deepest adoration, 
And saints above, cxtol his great salvation ! 

(H. 115.) 

Now to our God — the Father, Son, 

And Holy Spirit, sing ! 
With praise to God, the Three-in-one, 

Let all creation ring. 

(H. 129.) 

Now to Father, Son, and Spirit, 
Let the earth her praises sing ! 
And, ye angels, as ye hear it, 

Let the skies your echoes ring ! 

(II. 133.) 

To Father, Son, and Spirit, 
From earth [et praise arise ! 

Ye angels, as ye hear it, 
Prolong it through the ikiea ! 

(II. 144, 147.) 



9 To God, — to the Father, the Son, and the Spirit, 
Let saints now with angels in praises unite ! 
Beginn! ng the joys they shall fully inherit 
Forever in regions of light. 

(H. 169.) 


10 Raise high your song 

To Father, Son, and Spirit, 

Ye saints below ! 
And angels, as ye hear it, 
With saints above, the praise prolong! 

(H. 4.) 

11 To God, the Father of our Lord, 
To God, the Son, the living Word, 

To God, the Holy Ghost, 
Let saints their grateful notes prolong, 
" The God of grace" their only song. 

(H. 49.) 


12 Let saints below their honors bring 

To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost > 

Here tune their voice the praise to sing 


That shall employ the heavenly host, 

(II. 62) 

13 To God, the Father of our Lord, 
To God the Son, the living Word, 
To God, the Spirit of all grace, 

Our songs \ve raise, 
While heav'n resounds with higher praise. 

(II. 61, 121, 124.) 

14 To Father, Son, And Spirit,— One, — 
As by the host of heaven, 

Glory, honor, thanks, and praise 
By the earth he given ! 

(II. 162.) 


15 To God alone, The Three in One, 
On earth be praises given, 

As by the saints redecrn'd, 
And angel-hosts in heaven. • ti 

(II. 163.) 

16 Ye of ev'ry nation 
Eloping for salvation, 

Prabe only God whosaves the lost, 
Praise Father, Son, and lluly Ghost. 

(II. 167.) 



17 Who, with deepest adoration, 

Should extol the great salvation 

Wrought by grace for sinners lost? 
Sinners sav'd, your honors bringing, 
Lead its praises, ever singing 
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost ! 
(H. 9.) 

18 To Father, Son, And Spirit,— One, — 
The God who reigns in heaven, — 

As done above, May praise and love 
By all on earth be given. 

(H. 11.) 


19 Now to the Father-GoD, who gave us 

His Son to bear away our guilt ; 
To God the Son, made flesh to save us, 

Whose blood was for our ransom spilt ; 
To God the Spirit of all grace, 
Let praise ascend from ev'ry place. 

(H. 13, 17, 82, 47,52, 67, 72, 64, 99, 123, 127, 131, 149, 161.) 

20 Come, let us now our honors bring, 

To Father, Son, and Spirit sing, — 

The song of angels raising ! 
Let all below, and all above, 


Unite in holy joy and love, 
Our God Jehovah praising ! 
(II. 16, 23, Gl, es.) 


21 Praise to the Father-GoD, who gave us 

His Son to seek and save the lost ; 
To God the Son, who died to save us, — 

Nor less to God the Holy Ghost : 
Eternal praise for grace abounding, 
To God, the Three in One, be sounding ! 

(H. 84.) 


22 Praise to God the Father bring, — 
Well our praise his favors merit ; 

And with equal praises sing 
God the Son, and God the Spirit : 
Praise in song, ye heav'nly host, 
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost ! 

(II. 35, 82, 12S.) 

23 To God, whose boundless favors 
Demand our best endeavors 

In songs of gratet ul praise, — 
To Father, Son, and Spirit, 
As well their glories merit, 
Let earth and skies loud anthc ms raise. 

(11.43, CG, 88, 110.) 



24 Our God, who from heaven 

His blessings has given, — 
The Father, the Son, and the Spirit we sing : 

"While angels before him, 

And saints too adore him, 
Exalting witih praises Eternity's King. 

(H. 59.) 

25 Now to the Father, the Son and the Spirit, 

Sing all ye angels encircling the throne ! 
Saints who in glory his promise inherit, 

Sing to the God who your victory won ! 
Saints here below, too, in chorus be singing 
Him who your spirits to glory is bringing. 

(H. 65.) 


26 To God the Father, God the Son, 
And God the Spirit, — Three in One,— - 

On earth be praises given ; 
While angels raise Their higher praise 
With the redeem'd in heaven. 

(H. 85, 90.) 

27 Let Jews no longer spurn their King ! 
Nor Moslems their false prophet sing ! 
Let Heathens cast to bats and moles 
The gods that cannot save their souls ! 


Let all below unite, with angel host, 

To praise the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost ! 

(H. 102.) 

28 Him, who gave his only Son ; 

Hirn, who died from death to raise ; 
Him, who makes the Savior known, 

All ye ransom'd join to praise ! 
Praise in song, ye heav'nly host, 
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost ! 

. (H. 110.) 

29 Let God the Father, God the Son, 

And God the Spirit be ador'd, 
By saints and angels round the throne, 

By all on earth who love the Lord. 
To Him, whose grace all good supplies, 
Now let our Ilallelujahs rise ! 
(ii. li».) 


30 Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, 

Now ye saints exalt with praise : 
And, ye angels, as ye hear it, 
Higher still your antherns raise! 
Striving bow to honor inost 
Father, Son and Holy Ghost. 
(II. Ml) 



31 To God,— the Father, Son, 
And Holy Spirit, — One, — 
Be honor, glory, blessing, 
With songs of praise unceasing ! 
Let all on earth adore hirn, 
And angels bow betöre bim ! 

(II. 156.) 


32 Thou God and Father of our Lord, 

We bring our praise before thee ; 
Thou equal Son, the living Word, 

With praises we adore thee : 
Thou Holy Ghost accept the praise 
Which, taught of thee, alike we raise 

To Father, Son, and Spirit. 
Xow to the Father, and the Son, 

And Holy Ghost give praises ! 
To God, whose grace to sinners shown 

From death to glory raises : 
Let saints below, and saints above, 
With angels vie in showing love, 

'T is man alone finds niercy. 

(H. 1, 14, IS, 29, 31, 88, 43, 54, 60, 63, 64, 74, T6, 92, 10S, 109, 111, UT, 125, 
132, 142, 145 150 159, 171, 172.) 



33 Let all, with heart and voice, 
To Father, Son, and Spirit 

Sing praises and rejoice ! 
To Hirn, his Son, who gave, 
To Him, who died to save, 
To Him, who works our peace, 
Our honors we address. 

(H. 20.) 


34 Glory now to God who gave us 
His Son to bear away out guilt ! 

To God the Son, made flesh to save us, 
Whose blood was for our ransom spilt, 
To God the Spirit of all grace, 
Let saints resound, in endless praise, Glory ! 

(H. 22.) 

35 To God be praise ! — The Father of our Lord 

The Son and Spirit, too, 
With grateful songs of honor be ador'd, 

By all who dwell below ; 
While bosts above, withjoy unceasing, 
To Him give glory, honor blessing ■ 

To God be praise ! 

Praise Him that's true! — The Father of our Lord, 

Tlie Son he loves so well, 
And Holy Ghost — forever be ador'd ! 


Let saints his praises teil 
Whom angels, for his truth unbending, 
Extol with praises never ending, — 

Our God is true ! 

(H. 80, 93, 95.) 

36 Praise ye the Lord ! — To Father and the Son, 
And Holy Ghost — be sacred honors done ! 
He is the God of grace, — and bids us come 
From all our wand'rings to a peaceful home. 

Praise ye the Lord ! 

His praise, his praise 
Shall there employ our songs through endless days. 

(H. 37.) 



37 It here must pleasure be, 
O Father, Son, and Spirit, 
To all who grace inherit, 

Their praise to offer thee. 
But when to us in heaven 
Angelic notes are given, 

What must our pleasure be ! 

(H. 134) 

38 Now to our God in heaven, — 

The Father and the Son, 
And Holy Ghost, — be given 
Our praise for mercy shown : 


Let all bis saints on earth adore, 
And saints above be singing — 
" Glory forevermore ! " 

(IL 157.) 



39 Jehovah, God ! — The Father, Son, and Spirit, — 

Accept our humble sacrifice of praise ! 
For all the good we have, or shall inherit, 

To thee our song of gratitude we raise. 
The Father gives for us bis only Son, 

The Son to pay our ransom freely dies, 

The Holy Ghost the purchas'd grace applies, — 
Eternal praises to the Three in One ! 

(II. 2, 170.) 


40 Now God, the Father, praise, 
On earth as done in heaven ; — 

To Jesus, his dear Son, 
Be equal praises given ; 
Help us, thou Holy Ghost, 
Wbora we with praise adore, 
The Father, Son, and Thee 
To praise for overmore. 

(II. £ 5, 25, 27, 28, 50, 09, 148.) 

41 All ye who grace inherit, 

The God of grace adore ! 


To Father, Son, and Spirit 

Give praise forevermore ! 
Of mercies here, the treasure 

Demands our praise and love ; 
And praise shall be our pleasure 

Before his throne above. 

. (H. 6, 53, 91, 135, 15S.) 

42 Saints and angels bow before thee, 

Singing praises near thy throne ; 
So, O Lord, let earth adore thee, 

Praising God, the Three in One ! 
God the Father, grace supplying, — 

God the Son, the way of grace, — 
God the Spirit — sanctifying, — 

Aid and own our songs of praise ! 

(H. 7, 41.) 


43 Praise to Hirn, his Son who gave us 

Here to seek and save the lost ! 
Praise to Hirn, who died to save us ! 

Praise to Him — the Holy Ghost ! 

Ever praise the Three in One ! 

He is God, — and He alone ! 
Saints and angels bow before him, 
Let the earth with songs adore him ! 

(H. 10, 15, 26, 136.) 



44 It was the Father's wondrous love 

That gave his Son to die, 
And sent his Spirit from above 

To train us for the sky : 
Now to our God, — the Father, Son, 

And Holy Ghost, — we sirTg, — 
With praise to God, the Three in One, 

Let all creation ring ! 

(II. 12, 79.) 

45 Come let us now our honors bring, 

To Father, Son, and Spirit sing, — 
The song of angels raisin^ \ 
Let all below, and all above, 
Unite in holy joy and love, 

Our God Jehovah praising ! 
'T is He who first our being gave, — 
He gives his grace our souls to save. 

(II. 11), 104.) 

46 The Lord is God ! — To Father, Son, and Spirit, 

Let saints unite their grateful songs to raise ! — 
Till all the nations of the world shall hear it, 
And too shall learn t<> swell the iiotes of praise« 

Let earth and skies rejoioe 
To spread his namc abroad, — 
And shout wilh tlianklul voice, — 
u The Lord is God!" 

(H. 21.) 



47 Sing the Father's will to save us ! 

Sing of Christ the dying love ! 
Sing the Holy Ghost, who gave us 

Hearts to sing onr God above ! 
To God — to the Father, the Son, and the Spirit, — 
All glory and honor ! Ye saints, as ye hear it, 
Bear on with your voices the anthems we raise, 
While angels resound their ascriptions of praise. 

(H. 24, 46.) 

48 It was the Father's wondrous love 

That gave for us his Son to die, 
And sent his Spirit from above, 

To train us for his joys on high : 
Now to our God — the Father, Son, 

And Holy Ghost— our praise we sing, 
Let saints below, to Hirn alone, 

And saints above, their honors bring ! 

(H. 33.) 

49 Come, Holy Spirit, aid our songs, 

While we our praise are singing 
To Hirn — to whom all praise belongs, — 

To God our honors bringing : 
Your praises join, ye ransom'd host 

From ev'ry tribe and nation, 
Of Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 

Proclaim the great salvation ! 

(H. 40.) 



50 Saints and angels bow before thee, 

Singing praises near thy throne ; 
So, O Lord, let earth adore thee, 

Praising God, the Three in One ! 
God the Father, source of blessing, 
God the Son, of love unceasing, 

God the Spirit of all grace, — 

Now accept our song of praise! 

(H. 57, 77, 120, 155.) 

51 High let us now our voices raise, 
The Father, Son, and Spirit praise, — 

His gracious aid and ear imploring ! 
Let angels, as they hear the song, 
The notes of joy and love prolong, 

Jehovah, God alone, adoring. 

The wonders of his grace and powV 
Demand our praise foreverrnore. 

(II. 7S.) 

52 From God the Father, through the Son, 

And by the Iloly Spirit, 
Believen shall around the throne 

Eternal joys inherit. 
Here let them raise Their songs of praise, 

Till nobler songs be given, 

To Bwell their praise in beayen ! 

(II. 8C, 87, 100.) 



53 Now to our God in heaven, — 
The Father, and the Word, 

And Holy Ghost,— be given 

Our praise with one accord. 

Let all on earth adore, 
With saints their honors bringing, 
And with the angels singing — 

" Glory foreyermore ! ' 

(H. 94, 112.) 

54 Now to the Father-GoD who gave us 

His Son to bear away our guilt ; 
To God the Son, made flesh to save us, 

Whose blood was for our ransom spilt ; 

To God the Spirit of all grace, 

Let praise ascend from ev'ry place ! 
This God is ours ! — let earth adore him, 
While saints and angels bow before him ! 


55 Now, to the Father-GoD who gave us 

His Son to work our endless good : 
To God the Son who came to save us, 

And paid .our ransom with his blood, 
To God the sanctifying Spirit, — 

Let all the earth unite in praise ! 
Let angels kindle as they hear it, 

And louder Hallelujahs raise ! 

(H. 105, 118.) 



56 Now to God, the Three in One, 

Songs of glory raise ! 
God the Father, God the Son, 
God the Spirit — praise ! 
The God of love ! 
Boundless wisdom, grace and pow'r 
Give to Hirn, as evermore 
Is done above ! 

(H. 130.) 

57 Praise ye the Lord ! — The Father, and the Son, 

And Holy Spirit praise ! 
To Hirn be everlasting honors done, 

For matchless pow'r and grace ! 
Our life — 't is He who gave it, 

'T is his to take away ; — 
Our soul — 't is his to save it, 

And bless with endless day. 

(H. 187, 165.) 



58 Now to the God of matchless grace, 
To Father, Son, and Spirit, 
We lift our highest notes of praise, 

Yct far below his mcrit. 
Yc, whom the promisc of his love 


To endless glory raises. 
Ye saints below, and saints above, 
Unite to sing his praises, 
With angel hosts forever ! 

(H. 8, 71, 103, 107.) 

59 Now, Holy Ghost, help us to raise 

To Father, Son, and Spirit praise, 
The Three in One, our God adoring, 

His gracious aid and ear imploring : 
Let all thy saints, in grateful song, 

Their notes of joy and love prolong. 
While angels bow in admiration, 
And praise their God for man's salvation. 
Hallelujah! Hallelujah ! 

(H. 73.) 


60 To God — the Father, and the Son, 

And Holy Ghost — sing praises ! 
The God, whose sov'reign grace alone 
From death to glory raises. 
Saints below, above, 
Sing Redeeming love ! 
Angels, swell the song ! 
Our notes of praise prolong ! 
Sing " Holy ! Holy ! Holy ! " 

(H. 89.) 

Gl Now to the Father, and the Son, 
And Holy Ghost give praises ! 


The God, whose wondrous mercy shown 

From death to glory raises : 
Let saints below, and saints above 
With angels vie in showinix lovc ! 
Sav'd, when on waves of fuin toss'd, 

The saints should most 
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost 



62 (i.) Ilymn 42. 65 (iv.) Ilymn 55. 

63 (iL) " 44 66 (v.) " 101. 

64 (in.) " 45. 67 (vi.) m 148. 

68 (vn.) Ilymn 160. 

69 (t.) Ilymn 83. 70 (n.) Ilymn 164. 


71 (i.) Hymne 68, 106, 110, 15:;, 166. 73 (in.) Ilymn 120. 

72 (il) " 100. 14 (iv.) M 141. 

75 (v.) Ilymn 151. 

76 (l) Elymn 86. 77 (n.) Hymne 39, 56, 58, 96, 152. 


Viv^c 1 IM, last liiic, for u tlii'ii," read " tluMii.' 

41 138, last line, for "then," read "tban." 

M 240, lOth Line, tot ll tliy/' read "niy." 

" '.', 5, 18th Udo, for "sin, 11 read ^etat* 1 
The iiymiis 85, 118 should bavc an aaterlek ( • ) before thotr title». 



1 The God of Xature, 5 

2 The God of Grace, Ö 

3 The God of Notare and of Grace, $ 

4 * Fraise to God, 11 

5 * The Germart "Te Deum, v 14 

6 Power of God, 15 

7 Love cf God, , , 16 

8 * Oinniscience of God ...» , IT 

9 * Gods Wonders in the Deep, 19 

10 * God's Ways Wonderful, 21 

11 Word of God 23 

12 Tree with Goiden Fruit, 25 

13 Knowledge of God from his Word, 25 

14 Law and Gospel, 27 

15 On the Soul, 30 

1 6 Care for the Soul, 30 

17 Sudden Death of a Sinner 32 

IS Binnen Warned in View of the Judgment, 35 

19 Scoffers Confounded at the Judgment, 37 

20 Self-exarnination, 39 

21 Living AVaters, 43 

22 Call to Sinners, 45 

23 * Gospel Imitation Urged, 47 

24 * Love of God to Sinners, 50 

25 Eepentance 51 

26 Fenitent's Plea. 53 

27 Conscience Appeased, 56 

23 Faith 59 

29 Salvation by Faith, , , , , ■. 60 

30 Eedemption, 64 

31 * Man"s .Recovery, 66 

32 *MercvofGod, 6S 

33 llope in God's Merey 71 

S4 Love of God the Chief Good. 72 

35 Sinners Eeceived by Jesus, 73 

86 * Help only in Jesus 75 

37 Father-land 77 

33 Savior Found, 73 

39 Grace Accepted, 80 

40 Eest in Jesus, 81 

41 Safety in Jesus, 83 

42 Christ our Eock, 84 

43 Treasure in Heaven, 86 

44 * The Christian s Peace 87 

45 Christ the Believer s Portion, 9Q 



46 * One Thing NeedfuI, 92 

47 * The Chief Good, 95 

48 Vanity of Earth, 97 

49 Vanity of tbe World, 99 

50 Christians Estimate of the World, 101 

51 Vanity of Eartlily pursuits, 104 

52 Jesus and the. World, 105 

53 * The World Penounced, 107 

54 Wisdom of the Just, 109 

55 Praise to Christ, 110 

56 Love to Christ, 1 12 

57 Love to Christ Tested, 114 

58 Confidence in Christ, 115 

59 Christ the Good Shepherd, 118 

60 • The Church in Affliction, 119 

61 * The Church Safe, 121 

62 Christ's Presence his Peoplc's Joy, 189 

63 Joy of God's Presence, 128 

64 Jesus Remembered, 185 

65 * Victory throutrh Jesus, 186 

66 * Gratitude to Christ, 189 

67 Prayer, 180 

68 Missionaries' Prayer, 189 

69 General Prayer, 188 

70 Prayer for peneral Mercies, 137 

71 * Prayer against Temptation, 139 

72 Worth of Prayer, 141 

73 * To the Holy Spirit, 143 

74 Prayer to the Trinitv, 144 

75 * rlo do do * 145 

76 LVliever's Conflict 141 

77 Christ ian's Warfare, 147 

78 Pilgrimage of Life, 150 

79 Rest in Heaven, 152 

80 Path of Ufo, 154 

81 * The Narrow Way, l- r >"> 

69 Way to Heaven 151 

88 Desponding Christian and Christ 15S 

8t Godly l\-ar, 160 

85 Joy in God, 189 

86 Confidence In (Jod, L64 

87 Trust in (Jod, 165 

88 * Dependence od (Jod, i ( »7 

~69 Ood nur Defense 168 

90 * The Lord is my Hclper, IT! 

91 * Go.r.s w:iv tbe Best, 179 

92 God's Guidance 176 

93 God onr Light, «fcc 177 

94 Falthfnlnea* of (Jod, IT9 

95 (Jod is Tnu-, 189 

96 Christian'! Hone, i st 

97 Christian Love 186 

9s Assnranoe of Hone, 1sn 

06 Chrlstian'a Thanksgtvlng, 188 

100 Thanksglvlng, d's. 108,) 188 

101 GodOUT I atlicr, 186 

109 • Spread of the GospeL VJS 

108 * TheGo pel for All, 801 

104 * Prayer for the Heathen 909 

105 • Departnre of Mlsslonarles, 105 


106 * Future Glory of the Church, 207 

107 * Baptism, 210 

108 * Christ, our Passover, 211 

lu9 Relief to the Poor 213 

J 10 Marriage, 215 

111 Morning Hymn, 219 

112 * do do 220 

113 E vening Ilymn, 222 

114 * do do 223 

115 * Sabbath Morning 224 

116 * Sabbath Evening, 226 

117 * The New Year, 227 

118 * New Year*s Hyirm, 230 

119 On Death, 232 

120 * Death m ade Welcome, 234 

121 Happy Death 236 

122 View of Death a Means of Holiness, 238 

123 The Christian in View of the Grave, 240 

124 Prayer for Support in Death, 241 

125 * Support in Death, 243 

126 * Believers Safe in Death, 244 

127 Hope in Death 245 

128 * Victory over Death, 248 

129 Eelease by Death, 250 

130 Aiming for Heaven, 251 

131 Confidence of Immortality, 254 

132 Christian's View of Eternity, 257 

133 Longing for Home, 259 

134 Pleasure in Heaven 259 

185 At Death of an asred Christian, 261 

136 Children on Death of a Mother, 263 

137 To a Christian Mourning Pious Friends, 265 

138 At a Christian's Burial 267 

139 Christian in Prospect of the Eesurrection, 268 

140 Eesurrection of Saints, 269 

141 Advent of Christ, 270 

142 Birth of Christ 272 

143 * A Savior born, 274 

144 Simeon and the Infant Jesus, 275 

145 Prayer of Simeon, 277 

146 Visit of the Magi, 277 

147 Childhood of Jesus, 279 

148 John the Forerunner, 282 

149 Ministry of Jesus, 2S3 

150 Example of Jesus, 285 

151 Jesus our Pattern, 287 

152 Miraeies of Jesus, 291 

153 Jesus on Tabor, 294 

154 Tears of Jesus, 295 

155 Seizure of Jesus, 297 

156 Jesus Deserted, 299 

157 Peter's Denial, 302 

158 Jesus before the Council 304 

159 Jesus before Pilate, 307 

160 Christ on the Cross 309 

161 Last Words of Jesus, . 314 

162 Death of Jesus, 315 

163 Burial of Jesus 316 

164 Eesurrection of Jesus, 317 

165 do do 319 



16G llesurrection of Jesus, 320 

167 * Exaltation of Christ, 322 

163 Ascension of Christ, 324 

169 Jesus, the Kins of Glorv, 326 

170 Kimrdom of Christ on Earth, 327 

171 Jesus in Glory 330 

172 Christ Coming to Judgment, 332 

Doxologi es, 335 


An, when shall I T;e from sinning, ... 77 

AU must die ! There's no redemption, 120 

All our hope on Him's suspended, 69 

AH with Jesus are delighted 5J 

As God shall lead I"ll take ray way, 9'2 

Aspire, my beart, on high to "live, 43 

A tow'r of sal'ety is e-ur G od, . 89 

Awake, awake ! To holy thoughts aspire ! 115 

Awake, my soul, from sleep arise ! 111 

Bf.hold the man ! How heavy lay, 159 

Be not dishearten'd, little flock, . . 61 

Beware, O man, lest endless life, öl 

Bow thine ear, I now implore thee, 26 

Can human thought thy secret counsels ineasure? 170 

Can I this world esteem ? 50 

Christ our bliss, all joys combining, 153 

Christ our Lord is risen, 167 

Come, Christians all, let us rejoiee 31 

Come hither, says the Son of God 23 

Come, Holy Ghost, rule (hon within, 73 

Come let us humbly bow before hira, 118 

Come now, my soul, thy thoughts engage, 160 

Commit thy way, confiding, 91 

Deak Savior, when I herc am blest, 96 

Dread Majesty above, . 2 

Dying a guilty world to save, 164 

Eaetii's boasted joys and splendor, 48 

Firm is mv hope of future eood 9S 

For help, Ö whither shall I flee ? 76 

From deep distress to Thee I pray 33 

Füll of wonder, füll of skill, 110 

God is Love. then sing Ins praises, T 

God is my light , 93 

God, my Creator, and my Lord, ,...., 71 

God, to'my soul benighted, , , 94 

Good Shepherd, and tender, , 59 

Great thy sorrows, injur'd Jesus, 155 

Happy the man who wins the prize, 97 

Hirk ! the trnmp of God is sounding, , , , 140 



Hasten, ye wbo wish Ins favor, 22 

Hcavcnward, still heavenward, 130 

Here many wise and prudent grow, 54 

He that once came as suffring man, 19 

How could I wish a greater treasure, 84 

How great the wonders wrought by theo, 152 

How heedless, how secnre is man, 122 

How sad will be the sinner's part, 18 

How trying to the beut, 155 

I am redeem'd, 30 

I hail the da}', in prospect bright, 139 

I'll ßerve the Lord with trne devotion, 44 

I love thee, Lord, with love sincere, 56 

Vm but a weary pilgrim here, . 132 

Impart, O Lord, thy light, 20 

In all my plans, thon Hiebest, 88 

In Deatff s dark prison Jesus lay, 10S 

In glory bright, O God, thou d wellest, 13 

I now have found abiding rest, 40 

I now have found for hope of heaven, 32 

I now have found the Lock of ages, 42 

In thee, O God, I find my joy, 85 

In the midst of life is Death, 36 

I, too, through Jesus, raay in peace, 145 

I trust the Lord, 11 

I with Jesus choose my part, 12S 

Jeiiovaii is my light ! sal vation showing, 2 

Jesus, belp conquer ! 65 

Jesus, my Chief pleasure, 45 

Jesus, my Lord and God, 8S 

Jesus, of what we should approve, 150 

Jesus our Lord to Jordan came, 107 

Jesus, our Lord, when thou art near, 62 

Kino to Jews and gentiles given, 145 

Know ye the land ? 3T 

Lkt tcars descend, 1 62 

Lift up now your headfl for the Prince cver glorious, 169 

Lord, I have trusted in thy name, 90 

Lord Jesnfl Christ, my spirifs lu-altli, 58 

Lord, 00 the souPs enduring worth, 16 

Love, bOOOr, thanks, to thee we raise, 55 

Man wen; bettor namM a spirit, 15 

Most High, witii reyereoee u> fear theo, 83 

Mo*t lioly Jesus, fourit unfailing, 151 

My heart Iti loeeose boroloe, 112 

My life is but :i pilgrim stand, 7S 

My OOmfort here in all tbw trh\s nie, 72 

My Savior lives, und through deutlfs dmiry gloom, 1C5 

Now all to God give thanks 5 

Now in thy preeeoce I appear, — 70 

Now ooe ui besltb Deato lostant eruahea, 17 

\'<>\v 1 he pilgrim Bad und VI earv, 106 

Now to the Lord sing praises, 100 

Now to the touib, 168 



Bethlehem. Bethlehem, 142 

Of God I sing 4 

One thing's ncedful, this rieh treasure, 46 

On us, O Lord, in merey look, 60 

O teil me not of glitt* ring treasure, 52 

O that I had a thousand voiees, 99 

Our blessings come, O God, 69 

Our God is true ! 95 

Our Jesus now at God's right band, 171 

Our leave of country dow is taken, 105 

Our Lord wept o'er Jerusalem, 154 

Eejoice ye saints, your fears be gone, 168 

Remember Jesus. God's dear Son, 64 

Bepent ! nor still delay, 25 

Eobe of white her form incloses, 136 

Eule thou my portion, Lord, — my skill, , 87 

Shall I not bis praise be singing, 101 

Sinai fiaines its awful wonders, 41 

Sinners, pray !— for merey pleading 24 

Soon in the grave my flesh shall rest, 129 

Steep and thorny is the way, 82 

Strange at first, in glory closes, 9 

Tha>~k God ! another stage of Time, 117 

That I shall die, füll well I know, 119 

That men to truth might not be strangers 149 

The day is gone, the weary sun declining, 113 

The fountaih flowa ! 21 

The holy Law and Gospel, both, 14 

The Lord of our salvation. 158 

The Lord, to whom I pleaded, . . 66 

The poor are waiting at your door, 109 

The reaper now is waiting, 135 

The Sabbath now is over, 116 

The Savior comes, sing praise to him, 141 

The trumpet sounds, the day is come, 172 

The way of Christians leads through deserts dreary, 80 

The world enslav'd to sin, 146 

This man sinners doth reeeive, 35 

Thou Father-God, our hearts sustain, 75 

Though manhood's feeble nature, 147 

Thou God, the Father, now in love, 74 

Thou Great First-Cause, when of th v skill, 1 

Thou only God, the Three in One, 114 

Thou Spirit. perfect, and all-wise 8 

'T is finish'd — thus in tortures dying 161 

To crown his griefs with «lue reward, 102 

To life there leads a narrow way, 81 

To thee, Lord Jesus, now I come, 39 

To us, O God, impart thy grace, 1 03 

To us salvation now is come, 29 

To us the promis'd child is born, 143 

Upon a hill there Stands a tree, 12 

Urg'd, Lord, by sinful terror, 157 

Yai>- world, forbear thy pleading, 53 



Wb are but pilgrims here below, 79 

Weary now, that Home of pleasure, 183 

Wo give tliis body to the dust, 138 

We're thine, O God, forevermore, 124 

Whate'cr God does ia fitly done, 86 

What meanest thou, mir sonl 27 

What without thee wou'ld I havc been, 38 

When now the solemn Iiour is nigh, 12Ö 

When they mav chance to riioet together, 97 

Who is thlfl with glory gleaming ?. 1G6 

Who knows how ncar my life's expended, 127 

Who lives in God, 126 

Who, Lord, has any good whatevcr ? 67 

Who, Lord, tliy deeds can measurc ? 6 

Why is my hesrt so far from theo, 68 

Why so alarm'd, my deathless spirit 123 

Why vex thvself with anxious fears, 49 

Why weepest thou? 137 

Will it no pleasure be, 184 

Within me, Lord, thou luvst implanted, 47 

Without true faith, O Lord, 2S 

Wondrous ways is God pursuing, 10 

Fe people of the Lord, arise ! . ■ . 104 

Yes, l was hörn to live forever, 131 

Ve, who with yeare are sinking 144 


"Dies Irae." 

Day of wrath — tlie sinner dooming, 
Eartb, with all its works, consuming, — 
Scriptare wams — that day is coming ! 

Oh what terror, on espial 

Of tlie Judge to to hold that trial 

Where no wrongs will brook denial ! 

Hark ! — the trump! — its tones of thunder, 

Citing all on earth, or under, 

Fill its startled realnis with wonder ; 

Deatli and Xature, frighted, quaking, 
"While the dead, to life awaking, 
Are their place for judgment taking. 

Then, before the world colleeted, 
Books are open'd, lives inspected, 
And by these the doom directed. 

When the Judge, for inquest seated, 
Marks for vengeance duly meted, 
Flagrant erimes, and faults secreted, — 

Guilty — What can I be pleading? 

Who for nie be interceding ? 

Saint3 themselves are mercy needing ! 

Savior, thron 1 d in exaltation, 
Thou hast wrought a free salvation, 
Save me from that condemnation ! 


Think of all thy way from hea Yen 

That my sins might be forgiven, — 
Must I still to woe be driven! 

Seeking me, thy strength oft fail'd theo, 
On the eroaa ills thick assaü'd tliee, — 
Have thy suff'rings nought avail'dthcei 

Righteous Judge of retribution, 
Bless my soul with absolution, 
Ere that day of exeeiition ! 

For my sins my spirit sighing, 

Shame my check with crimson dyeing, 

Ilear me, Lord, for mercy erring! 

Cheer'd was Mary's deep contrition, — 
Ileard by thee the thief's petition, — 
I will hope from thee remission. 

Pray'rs of mine 110 merit offer, 
Thou thy grace, benignant, pr offer, 
Lest eternal pains I suffer I 

With tliy friends my portion give me! 
On the left oh neverleave me! 
But to thy right liand reeeive me! 

Ere the curse, thy foes addressing, 
Sinks them down to woe unceasing, 
Speafe to me the worda of blessing ! 

Bad and prostrate I adore thee, 

And with eontrite hearl implore lliec — 

"May 1 i hen rejoioe before thee!" 

When, that day <»f dread asaixea, 
M;in from dust forjudgment riaea, 
Though oiir crimee deserve thv curaea, 
Show ai, Lord, thy tender merciesl 

Jeans, Savior, Prince of peaoe, 

Bid cur grief and terror ceaae I Amen ! 



"Stabat Mater." 

Nxab the eross was Mary weeping, 
There her mournful Station keeping, 

Gazing on her dying son : 
There in speechless anguish groaning, 
Yearning, trembling, sighing, moaning, — 

Through her soul the sword has gone. 

O what grief on her was pressing, 
Lately blest beyond all blessing, 

Mother of that promis'd seed ; 
Sorrow, agony unbounded, 
Horror all her thoughts confounded, 

While she saw her darling bleed. 

Who, withheartto love another, 
Could have seen this weeping mother, 

And could yet remain unmov'd? 
Who have kept from sympathizing 
With her spirit agonizing 

For the pangs of him she lov'd? 

What he for his people suffer'd, 
Stripes, and scoffs, and insults offer'd, 

His fond mother saw the whole ; — 
Never from the scene retiring, 
Till he bow'd his head, expiring, 

And to God breath'd out his soul. * * * 

[But we have no need to borrow 
Motives from the mother' s sorrow, 

At our Savior's cros3 to mourn. 
'Twas our sins brought him from heaven, 
These the cruel nails had driven, — 

All his griefs for us were borne. 

When no eye its pity gave us, 
When there was no arm to save us, 
He his love and pow'r display'd : 


By his 8tripes he wrought our healing, 
By his death, our life revealing, 

He for us the ransom paid. 
Jesus, may thy love constrain us, 
That from sin we may refrain us, 

In thy griefs may deeply grieve : 
Thee our best affeetions giving, 
To thy glory ever living, 

May we in thy glory live !] 


"^Eterna Christi munera" — of Ambrose. 
The boundless grace of Christ our King 

Which martyrs in their vict'ries own, 
With joyful hcarts now let us sing 

While we with preise the victors erown. 

Thcy, by the ehurches honor'd most 
As dauntless lcaders in the fight, 

And champions of the Christian host — 
Reflect abroad the gospel light. 

The world — its rage stir9 no alarm, 
The flesli — its painsthey disregard ; 

And Death — releases them from härm, 
To be forever with the Lord. 

At times to cruel flames they're giv'n, 
Or famish'd beasts their bodies tear; 

Now, §oldier-bands, to fury driv'n, 
To bow their wills no tortures spare. 

They're scourgM tili forth their bowels glide, 
And blood in purple streama deseendt; 

But undismay'd their souls abide, 
Expecting Life that aever enda. 

Of hcart that's pure — the faith unfeign'd, 
The hope — of all by faith that. live, 

And lovcto Christ — by his COnfll rain'd — 

O'er eartb and Hell the nct'ry give. 


By them the Father's glory shown, 

In thcm the Son's redeeming love, 
And Spirit's joy, to rapture grown, 

Supply with song the courts above. 

Our souls, Lord, by grace prepare, 
That, where thy martyr'd saints adore, 

Some humble part ve too may bear 

In praising thee for evermore. Amen! 

M Jam Iuris orto sidere M — of Ambrose. 
The rising sun now cheers our sight, — 

Let ns to God devoutly pray — 
That He, the uncreated Light, 

May guide our feet the Coming day : 

That tongue or band may do no ill, 
Xor thoughts indulge in what is vain ? 

Our lips the simple truth may teil, 
And love within our bosomsreign. 

With guardian watch that never fails, 
Our senses, Jesus, now defend ! 

These gateways, where the foe assails, 
Keep safe until the day shall end ! 

"We ask, too, that our daily toil 
May with thy blessing be begun, 

And, further'd by thy gracious smile, 
May show thy praises when 'tis done. 

And lest the flesh should proudly think 
To lord it o'er the deathless soul, 

May abstinence in food and drink 
The guilty pride of flesh eontrol« 

Give God the Father, glory due ! 

And God his only Son, adore ! 
To God the Holy Spirit, too, 

Give praises! — now, and evermore! 



And should our flesli presume in pride 
To lord it o'er the denthless soul, 

May thoughts on thee — the crucifi'd — 
The guilty pride of flesh control.] 


Great God, thy ways are true, thy judgments right, 

Thy thoughts to mercy evermore inclin'd; 
But sins like mine — when these thy love requite, 

Thy justice fails, if'I should pardon find. 
Yes, Lord, my scorn of — tliy grace and might — 

Forbids thy goodness longer to be kiad, 
Nor can thy honor and my peace unite, — 

Against me Mercy has with Justice jqin'd. 

Then do thy will! — for this thy glory cries — 
At all my tears let wrath indignant riseT 

Let Iightninga flash J — mid thunders strike thy foe ! 
In sinkiug, I adqre my righteous God. 

Bot on wliat part can vengeanoe dcal the blow 
That is not covcrd with a &aviors bloodf 


Qua I'.'ttlici-, throa'd where angelsbow. 

Tliy nanie ]je hallowM here Jielow; 
Thy king'lom «'oriK- ;^i h\ .\\ ill pe/done ' 

( )n earib, m doap in l»«-avrr\ ; 
(Jivo us our bread, eaeh ädy its <>wn ; 

And 1)«' (»in- .-ins iorL'ivcn, 

As \v<- forgive the vrro'nga \\e baar; * 

Our wcakncss froin tejpaptfttion spare ; 
Fruiu cvil save: — for, thine's the yow'r, 

Tlic kingdom, glory everinore^ Amen ' 



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